Spring flowers: Hangzhou March Hundred Flowers Brocade, the girl in the wing floor plucks the Yaoqin. The moon hangs on the spring river and is darkly fragrant, drunk with a few wanderers' hearts.

Xia Yue: Fishing fires are flowing all over the riverside, who accompanies the vast world?

Autumn frost: One night, the small building listens to the east wind, and the sparse screen lamp shakes the brocade and Qiu cold. There are three thousand red dust in the dream, and when I wake up, the autumn frost is full of Los Angeles.

Winter snow: Last night's cold wind penetrated the bones, and Xiaolai came to thousands of miles of silver makeup. A line of horseshoe feet outside the door, who has nowhere to return on a snowy night?

The city is high and difficult to lock the city in spring, and the wind sends dark incense through the corner door.

Who holds the folding fan and waits for the acquaintance, and the drizzle on the shoulders is flying.

【Words to be Treated】

A flat boat goes down to the south of the Yangtze River, and the warm wind drizzles on the willow bank.

The smoke village is ethereal like a mirage, and the apricot forest opens a green umbrella.

The loyal word is biased, and the phoenix folds its wings and falls on the plain.

The turbid wine invites the breeze and fades into floating smoke.

【Passenger Boat Story】

The small building painted the eaves and swallows flew shuangfei, and the girl in the west chamber painted the eyebrows.

Outside the pontoon bridge of the wine shop, a flat boat enters the lotus reed.

Saying goodbye to Chang'an flowers, the red clothes fell off in the dream.

Amber shines through the window and the lonely screen, hurting people but turning their hearts into ashes.

(Chang'an Memories)

The mountain rain came in a hurry at night, and the boat returned from the east and west.

The decay of the hair is full of lily wood, and the bamboo is hugged into the tea station.

(Mountain Rain)

The night is colder, and the people are far away.

Just ask Bai Yilang, who does he sleep for?

(Qu Shui Ji)

A roll of acacia paper, send it to the end of the world.

At the lotus lantern gate, how much do you want to be short?

(Lotus Story)

Drunk pillow Yaoqin sleeps, micro Xun small library.

Morning and twilight mellow books, how to envy the mandarin duck fairy?

(Yambu Fu)

The moon is sprinkled with autumn frost, and the young man outside the fence.

Drinking wine and sighing, you should remember the old garden.

(Cold Moon Memories)

The small building painted the eaves and swallows flew shuangfei, and the girl in the west chamber painted the eyebrows.

Outside the pontoon bridge of the wine shop, a flat boat enters the lotus reed.

Saying goodbye to Chang'an flowers, the red clothes fell off in the dream.

Amber shines through the window and the lonely screen, hurting people but turning their hearts into ashes.

(Chang'an Memories)

A tree is prosperous and stormy, and the life is sent from the duckweed fence.

The flower hoe lightly broke the soil in front of the box, and the red day was already set.

【Funeral Flower Yin】

The twilight rain knocked on the wood, and the dressing table scattered a few plums.

In the twilight of the rhododendron branches, the flower basket is embroidered.

【Flower Picking】

The flowers are full of flowers, and the king is not there in the spring.

Every year, flowers fly all over the sky, and flowers bloom and fail like old people.

【Cherish the Flowers】

Pass a few first, and then pass it slowly.