That touch of blue occasionally drops a drop of cloud
It splashed a clear echo of words
Who is the master of eavesdropping? There is a lingering fragrance
The wind rips off the tea and sends the snow soft and greasy
Melting stiff words is more tenacious than lotus root silk
A silent cicada
Transformed into a dancing white moth
When the smoke came up, I looked back silently
A peach blossom fan with a beautiful smile
Scatter a wisp of floating silk in the evening wind
The loneliness questioned by some people is far away from the water bank
Harvest the green reeds
The heart is hollowed out
Ten miles without a trace of lights, eyebrows and moon hide in wooden fish
Wind chimes have long understood, but my heart is often free
The rain is gentle and moist
The mossy fingers burned when picking up
Only enjoy a trip with water
The tenderness of fraternity can cover her life
The last part is the pursuit of romance
The transshipment helmsman cut off a sick rope
The rhythm of fishing a fish
If she wants to, she must filter out the impurities
Draw a black-and-white beauty on a roll of cotton white canvas
The fate of five hundred years takes root in a Bodhi
Just to find the tearful amber
This life will bind you to achieve the right result
On the poetic steps
A xylophone washes out a clean world
The snow waiting for the turning point set the Bureau
Show your essence and resist the cold of rumors