The sky outside Qulanqian is like water, and I leaned on it last night.
At the beginning of the day, the bright moon is compared to the good time. When the moon is full, I look forward to people returning.
Luo's clothes are fragrant before they are worn, who can teach them about their old ideas?
After a spring of separation and laziness in tuning the strings, there are still two lines of idle tears in front of the zither.
- Yan Jidao
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