The ruthless west wind is as miserable as the night rain. How can I leave any news about Meiyuan?
Not a gentle tanlang, a feast of fine wines and famous flowers and songs.
The clouds in the Chu sky are rolling, and the eyes are following the swans in the lonely city.
The most lovesickness, on the tiles on the wall, there is a seven-foot cold sword.
Only a beautiful woman, who can persuade me when I am lonely? This figure is as high as the moon as the heart is far away.
Whoever moves to the empty sky will have his hands behind his back and his eyes white from now on.
Rumors are swirling like snow, fluttering and stunning.
The white clothes are cold, the eyebrows are raised, and the red thread of the ice soul is blowing.