1. Butterflies in Love with Flowers, Don't Fight against the Moon; Modern Times: Wang Guowei
Original text: Do not fight against the moon like the moon, and only sit on the eyebrows of moths to dispel thousands of rumors. The palace sand on the arm is indestructible, and the accumulated destruction can destroy bones in ancient times. Hands of Qi Wan must be broken, lazy to wish the west wind, and make the world hot again. In the mirror, the rosy face still hasn't stopped, and never stops admiring the morning and evening.
There is no need to compare the style of eyebrows in order to avoid attracting rumors and jealousy. How can the palace sand on the woman's arm not disappear? Gossip has been very powerful since ancient times. With a fan in his hand, I have cut off his kindness. I'm also discouraged and don't plan to repair it again. My face in the mirror is still beautiful. I amuse myself and find fun every day, morning and evening.
2. Hairpin Phoenix, Red and Crisp Hands Song Dynasty: Lu You
Original text: red crisp hands, yellow wine, full of spring palace wall willows. The east wind is evil and the joy is thin. A sad mood, a few years of separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is as old as old, people are empty and thin, and tears are red. Peach blossom falls, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, the brocade book is hard to trust. Mo, Mo, Mo!
Your ruddy, crisp hands are holding a cup of yellow liquor. The city is full of spring scenery, but you are already as far away as the green willows in the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is, and the joy is blown so thin. A full glass of wine is like a cup of sad mood, and the life of parting for several years is very bleak. Looking back, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong! The beautiful spring scenery is still as old as before, but people are missing each other for nothing. Tears washed all the rouge on his face and soaked all the handkerchiefs of the thin silk. The peach blossoms in spring fall on the quiet and empty pond pavilion. The vow of eternal love is still there, but the Jinwen letter is hard to deliver. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!
3. Farewell Book: Zhuo Wenjun from the Han Dynasty
Original text: Spring flowers compete in fragrance, five colors are Lingsu, the piano is still in the imperial court, and the new voice is a substitute! There are mandarin in brocade water, and wood in the Han Palace. The object is new, and the people of the world are so pathetic that they can't understand it! Zhu Xian is broken, the mirror is missing, the morning dew is shining, the fragrance is resting, the white head is singing, the injury is leaving, try not to miss my concubine, the brocade water soup, and the emperor's code!
In spring, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, competing with each other, and the gorgeous colors cover up the plain colors. The piano is still playing, but it is no longer played by the original people. There are mandarin ducks swimming together in the Jinjiang River, and there are branches stretching in the Han Palace. None of them ever abandoned their partners. People in the world are confused by beauty, like the new and hate the old. Zhu Xian is broken, and the bosom friend is perfect. Lack of mirror, husband and wife. Morning dew Xi, fate is over. When the fragrance stops, people are separated. The white headed chant hurts the parting. I hope you eat well and don't miss me. I swear to the vast Jinshui River that I will say goodbye to you forever from now on.