Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

The clouds and the sun are flowing, the green frost dyes the hair, and the thinking window leads to the Qingjiang River.

Xu Ruran is independent and has a staff of poplar trees.

If you want to have a green mountain, Qianque, it is better than the spring fragrance of Xixian.

Crossing the bank, the rain passed by, the peaches and plums danced, and the bamboos reflected the setting sun.

The usual candles shed tears, although they become gray wax torches, they are hidden in the wind.

Ningtai is also locked in the Spring and Autumn Period, and I can't sleep in bed.

Even if I respect you for a hundred years, I will never forget it. Your kindness is as great as the heaven.

The house is full of flowers and the next day, the husband succeeds and returns to his dreamland.