Xiao Yue falls, Sue, speechless.
Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge.
Purple bow gas, floating in the courtyard, rain at night in the smoke cage.
I feel sleepy when I swim butterfly, but I don't know Chunchun.
The silver candle is dark, the green curtain hangs, and the heart knows itself.
When the sky is faint and the moon melts, how much spring is known.
Spring is almost over, the scenery is still long, and the flowers in the garden are yellow.
The curtain is a desert, the curtain is a desert, and the sky is light and the curtain is autumn.
Birds are singing, dreams in the countryside are shattered, and spring trees are hazy.
Dew is heavy, grass smoke is low, and curtains hang down.
Mexer powder, willow dragging gold, incense filled the old garden.
A leaf falls, a few autumn days, Jiangnan alone leaning on the building.