Looking at the twilight scene, the sky is high and wide, and the level is high. The reflection of the balcony on the surface of the immersion pool, the word goose on the book is oblique. The residual willow blows the cloud window of the moon household, and the residual lotus pavilion gazebo. The scene is bleak, helping others, worrying more and more, and the makeup building is empty. Birds sound alarms, and cranes blow Tudor bells.

Happy as a qingluan dancing mirror, people are imprisoned in Fengcheng through a sheep cart. A good marriage failed to live up to this life, and tears welled up. When my heart is drunk, when can I wake up? The west wind spreads the dew in Ding Ning. Just after midnight, it's better than Sanqiu, and it's only after four classes.

Jin Juxiang's autumn insects are terrible at night, and the crows in the tree palace can't stop. I sleep alone to find my dream. I am fascinated by the lovesickness ghost. Even if I have a dream, it is difficult to realize it.

Vinegar gourd can't sleep, can't sit still, and it doesn't hurt. If you don't think about it, you won't be willing, and it won't be more chaotic.

The evil spirits of Gaoping shine on people and wax, and the golden beast tripod is eliminated without water smoke. Defeated leaves move to court, bamboo branches sweep the pale catalpa. Singing is almost impossible for people to compete with boredom. How can I compete with my thin body? It hurts the mood and makes the sick body sleepy. The wind in the studio is very light, the green quilt is very cold, and the temperature is not too cold for socks coming early.

The tail sandman can't look, the maid can't call, and the incense goes out. Only Chang 'e has no worldly feelings with others. I feel sorry for my loneliness, and the moonlight shines obliquely.

Poetry: "Shang Diao Ji Xian Bin _ Palace Poetry: Ceng Rui in Yuan Dynasty"