Spring flowers: Hangzhou in March, the girl in the wing tower plucks the jade zither. The moon hangs on the spring river and the fragrance is full of flowers, which makes the hearts of many wanderers drunk.

Summer moon: Fishing fireflies flow all over the river, who is with the vast world? The fate of duckweed is bullied by wind and rain, and the personnel and affairs are full after two months.

Autumn frost: One night in the small building, listening to the east wind, the sparse screen and the lights shake the brocade fur and the fur is cold. Three thousand worldly things in the dream, and when you wake up, autumn frost fills Luocheng.

Winter snow: Last night, the wind was blowing through the bones, and the morning came thousands of miles away. A group of horses outside the door, who was nowhere to go on the snowy night?

The city is high and hard to lock the spring in the city, and the wind sends the fragrance across the corner.

Whoever holds a folding fan and is waiting for the soulmate, and the drizzle of flowers is flying.

【Waiting for You】

A small boat goes down to the south of the Yangtze River, with warm wind and drizzle on the willow bank.

The smoke village is as vague as a mirage, and the apricot forest is on the road and the green umbrella is opened.

He was loyal to the emperor and was exiled to the garrison, and the phoenix broke its wings and fell on the plain.

The turbid wine is refreshing to invite the breeze, and the fame and fame are indifferent to the floating smoke.

【Catcher Boat Record】

The small building is painted with swallows flying in the eaves, and the girl in the west wing draws her eyebrows.

Outside the green smoke on the winery, a small boat enters the lotus reeds.

I resigned to the three things about the flowers in Chang'an, and the red clothes fell in my dreams.

The amber is shining through the window and the lonely screen, but the heart turns into ashes.

(Chang'an Memories)

The rain comes at night, and the boat returns from the east and west.

He was in a straw raincoat and a woodcutter, and he was in a tea station.

(Sunshine Record)

It was colder at night, and people were standing in the boat.

Who can I sleepless at night when the man in white is?

(Qu Shui Ji)

A roll of lovesickness paper sent to people from all over the world.

How many desires are short at the gate of the lotus lamp?

(Lotus Story)

Sleeping in drunken pillow, Xiaoshuyuan.

How can I envy the immortal Yuanyang?

(Shans and Deep Fu)

The moon is covered with autumn frost, and the young man outside the railing is gone.

Drinking wine and sighing, you should remember the fragrance of your hometown.

(Han Yue Memories)

The small building is painted with swallows flying in the eaves, and the girl in the west wing draws her eyebrows.

Outside the green smoke on the winery, a small boat enters the lotus reeds.

I resigned to the three things about the flowers in Chang'an, and the red clothes fell in my dreams.

The amber is shining through the window and the lonely screen, but the heart turns into ashes.

(Chang'an Memories)

A tree of prosperity hits the wind and rain, and the fate is sent to others by duckweed.

The flower hoe lightly breaks the soil in front of the wing, and the red leaves are buried all over the sun.

【Burning Flower Song】

The evening rain knocks on the wood door, and a few plum branches are scattered on the dressing table.

The azalea perched on the branches at dusk, and put the flower basket out of the embroidered boudoir.

【Song of Flowers】

The flowers bloom all over the courtyard. You are here for the first time, but you are gone. The flowers are gone. Spring is gone.

Flowers fly every year and flowers are everywhere, and flowers bloom like old friends and lose.

【Song of Cherish Flowers】

Pass a few first, and then slowly pass it on.
Chapter completed!