Meng Suizhi: So who am I? I am a little concubine in your harem, or a substitute who looks somewhat similar to your lover.
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Xiao Jifeng: Don't be so crazy just because you are similar to Xin'er. I said I don't agree, so I don't agree!
Dreaming about Yanshui Road in Jiangnan. Traveling all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, I never met anyone who was away from me. There is nothing to say when you are lost in sleep. I feel melancholy and disillusioned.
I want to finish this love letter. The floating goose sinks the fish, and there is no evidence in the end. But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye. The broken heart moves and breaks the Qin Zheng pillar.
Liang Wangchen: I must take you away, take you away from this place of right and wrong.
The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain.
BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance.
The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
The moths are covered with golden threads of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
Affectionate and unintentional×self-awareness
It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Imaginary daily life of the palace, group portrait essay, short story＊
The daily life of the court refers to the Tang Dynasty *
Purpose: See reality clearly
