Memories of Qin E · No first night fading. No one can speak alone. Single column. The sky is high and the sea is wide. Wolf and hair are rhymed with strings. The ends of the world lose their beauty. Lose your beauty. It's hard to sleep in a place with strong feelings and weak feelings.

Qing Ping Le, a cold autumn night between the two places. The moon hangs in the sky. Watching the sea and listening to the waves. Who share the picturesque landscape. Far away in the south. There are also three thousand complaints. Love can not let go, love lost to time.

Step Toad Palace: I miss my house on an autumn night. The sky is wide and the wind is strong. How can I. Still with a clear dream like before, more powerless, deep autumn season. Whose heart has a thousand knots. Raise your head and look at the distant palace. Tonight, we are in another country, where the sky is bright and the moon is bright.

Flying Snowflakes, the full moon, the cool autumn night, the lonely autumn wind and the chirping insects. There is no winding path beside the pool, and I am walking slowly in search of rhyme. The willow stands silent, the cloud chases the white jade plate. How many spring flowers and autumn moon, drunk the world.

"Drunken Merchant Chant" · Relying on the pavilion fence alone in a foreign country, the road is 3000 li long. I will send my sorrow secretly. The shadow is thin and the room is wide. Looking back at the waning moon in the south. Clouds come and go.

"Love Embroidering the Bedding" · The sea night alone in a foreign home is not complete. The old business is difficult to move. Looking back, I wandered in the air, and I hated parting again in spring and autumn. Go to the pavilion as you like after drinking and finishing. It's the second watch. The sea is silent, the night is short, with whom to see, the crescent moon and the bright stars.

"Acacia" · Recalling visiting friends in early spring, black bricks, black tiles and blue sky. New willows come to the world. Through the secluded winding path, the original Taoist friends, Shiyin Street. Pick up the steps and go up to Zhai Mingqin, sit opposite each other and put the pot in front of the pavilion. Talking freely, enjoying oneself for a long time by the side of mountains, ponds and rivers.

My Good Daughter · In the mirror, the world is far from home. Wandering in the world of mortals. Half a cup of strong tea is fragrant and lonely. The night in the south is waning. The rain is rustling and my mind is fragile. Get up to watch the sea, push the window and see the world in the mirror.

It is hard to calm the blood of the dead. No one dares to say "I'm sorry". The black clown is crazy. He is cruel and merciless. Laugh ferociously. The devil in the world cannot be punished. Easily cold fireworks compete with each other in enchantment. I am slim and have no sleep. Ningbo Institute of Engineering, where are you? Speak!

Send old Yuan to the west, and the wind sobs. Meals without worry, today's white rice, pressure chopsticks pain. The local atmosphere and cloth clothing are unparalleled, and the Hemeng family members are safe. There are thousands of waves in the fertile fields all the year round.