The frosty moon hangs on the slender branches of the sycamore trees, and the small man on the balcony is caressing the silver zither.
I went to Changting Pavilion to bid farewell to you, and my longing for you and your lingering dreams are hard to come by.
The sound falls, the heavy clouds cover the clear light, the autumn wind enters the body, and the beauty is drunk.
If I don't share my wine with you, the golden dew and golden waves will be like the river water.
The mist and rain are all silent, and the lights are dim and the shadows of candles are deep.
The beads are danced deliberately to find the brocade train, and the silk silk is spared to avoid the long crown.
Dance on the railing with a light white rainbow, and sigh with a sword pointed at the sky.
In the past life, the bamboo books in Nanshan were exhausted, but in this life we have to say goodbye.
Broken Hongjing, red pearl wood, I feel lovesick every time I see this object.
The rain does not enter the Mengwa Pavilion. Do you know what is wetting my lapel?
Intention: Good and evil will be rewarded in the end
