Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

The mirror is clear and clear, and the stream is inlaid with emerald feathers and tassels, returning home gracefully, and the ink falling fetters longing.

Sudden hazy, lightly saddened solitary shadows, wax tears released in the dark night, mediation misty like wind chant.

Yiyan said, "The boat will return at night", the tide rises and falls, and the cold fog turns frost and snow.The wind and dust stir up the water, moving the foggy valley with slow steps, strolling in the pool, and the sound of blowing the mountains.

Egrets flap their wings and dance in the middle of the night, looking forward to it, the sky is broken, and the stars are shining.Under the shadow of the moon, the reeds are shaken, and the sleeves are brushed.The dawn suddenly breaks, and the loneliness is lamentable.Water words, ringing like iliac rings, pens and emerald jade hairpins, climbing the autumn wind and worrying.

Going back to the lake and the Mekong River, the gravel and mud are full of shoes.Hesitating in the forest, the chisel path is foggy, and the face is flushed with cold bones.Chen Zhu checked her wet clothes, and returned with a clang.Deep in the side door, suitable for the deep boudoir, bored, what happened?
Misty pupils eight nights, day leaning on the liao, waking hours and noon.Seeing Yi Xiaozai, I felt that last night seemed to be rippled without a shadow.If you don't understand it, you don't understand it.

Yi Quanran, take a closer look.The eyes of the nightmare are warm, if there is nothing to support, and the veil is shaking, and the coldness appears in the fingers, it is a dream.