The mossy branches are decorated with jade, and there are small green birds sleeping together on the branches. We met as guests, at dusk at the corner of the fence, silently repairing bamboo. Zhaojun was not used to Hu Shayuan, but he secretly recalled Jiangnan and Jiangbei. I want to wear the ring and return on a moonlit night, turning it into this lonely flower.
I still remember the old things in the palace, the man was flying close to the moth green in his sleep. Nothing is like the spring breeze, no matter whether it is waxing or waning, it will arrange the golden house as soon as possible. I was taught to just go with the tide, but I resented it and the jade dragon faded away. When I am tired, I look for the fragrance again, and it has entered the small window banner.