When I was a child, I stole the light from someone's house, stayed in bed without combing, and lived in a cold window for ten years. Now I am reading leisurely under the lamp, with red sleeves adding fragrance, and the dreams I have spent half my life are just false.
Lovers on the bridge are in pairs. The red medicine beside the bridge sighs that the night is too long. The moon is shaking and people are hesitant. A song of mourning comes from the awning...
The moonlight in Luzhou shines on my heart, and I see my hometown among the flying catkins. I wonder if you are still in Luyang? Will you enjoy the moonlight with me? The moonlight of a foreign country is deeply imprinted on my heart, but now I can't shed the tears of those years...
She looked back at Bai Meisheng. How could he lament that "there is a beautiful woman in the north, left behind and independent, looking at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country, I would rather not know the Qingcheng and Qingguo, beautiful women are hard to find again." Is it just because he cut the wall and stole the light of her home when she was a child?
He was so noble, he cared about her but kept her thousands of miles away again and again because of guilt. At the end of the years, he sang "It was just ordinary at that time"
Time is the string she plucks, he, he, she, she, are all pulled
If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan...
Ten miles of lotus fragrance, the sound of silver flute
You would rather not know
I only wish to be on the other side of the years
Transformed into a Tang and Song Dynasty poem that protects you alone