The magpie has been shining for more than ten years
The moon often accompanies reading four books
The lamp is like the day, the indigo, the orchid and the fragrance
Ten fingers clasp, one heart pulse, one sea of tenderness
Dew drops and moss, boat sailing in bloom
Misty and white
Wipe away the tears, smile and wave goodbye
He drew his eyebrows back, and Dai's wedding dress flashed into his arms
She was worried by the day
You GUI open all night, Acacia letter to distant mountain Dai
Eaves fall white heard Chang'an he champion flower like to wear
Welcome thousands of miles, but see him with a smile, embrace the beautiful family into the bosom
The numerous courtyards wither, the murmuring night rain beats the withered locust
The bridal chamber outside the gate is decorated with flowers and candles
Holding an umbrella and walking alone outside the temple
It's hard to hate again. It's hard to be buried in a cold sad song all night
The grass withers and the ashes wither like frost
How can I feel when the cold wind blows through my heart
The ink outside the curtain is still wet, and the world is covered with snow
The flowers of white branches fall to be buried in the deep snow
How many times has Fangfei failed in spring and autumn
Where is the nest on the spare beam waiting for the magpie to return
Yan qulai, Qingsi, an octogenarian, lives outside Zhangshan Temple
Lovers come hand in hand, I don't know if I have ever sent sorrow to you
The blue window has been dark for decades
The unique Qingbei of Baifa maihuangting
Every stroke is desolate and trembling, kneeling on moss
A detailed description of the two lines of turbid tears crying indigo naturalis
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