Fate of a zither bleak
Wen Chu Miao
And the fragrance of flowers is lighter
Pen with paper
Several times of nostalgia
Hua Xiang man Lou
Despised the world of mortals
Who is grinding?
A few words
Hundred flowers wanton
When you first heard about the people in the building
Mo Xiang rhyme
Unspeakable ink
In ancient and modern times, it is as delicate as water
Sheep gut ancient road
Tingman's poetic and brocade like fate
Flower house
