Agarwood shavings can relieve coldness and cultivate for a hundred generations to be as old as the king.
The sky is light, the smoke and water are long, and the willow flowers are light and do not relieve my sorrow.
Looking at the makeup mirror, it hurts the scenery, and the remaining pieces of paper are empty for introspection.
Unexpectedly, I sighed at the embers, and the curtain covered the crows and the green door led.
After closing the heavy door, I heard three solitary sounds.
The west wind scares the green, I am lightly drunk and sleeping, and my makeup is cold with tears in my arms.
It's getting dusk, and the painted eaves of the red door are still dreaming.
The oath of gold and stone does not require the beauty of flowers.
Recalling the past is too sad to mention again.