When was it hidden by winter?

Leave a bleak and empty.

The seventh sadness of Lianhu Lake

The moon escaped the panic of the clouds.

The stars write out chapters

Reading the longing in the love poems of the Republic of China for you

Make a deep wish for you.

You are my only hidden Leahy.

It's the moon I've been looking up to all my life

I'm an idiot who doesn't want to be successful in thousands of ways.

It is also the wounds left by the wind blowing down peach blossoms.

What's wrong with spring?

How did sixpence get the moonlight?

Painters are also delusional.

Poets are also desolate.

They are all fools in young dreams.