1. My hands are soft, my skin is solidified, my collar is like a salamander, my teeth are like a rhinoceros, my head is like a moth's eyebrow, and my eyes are looking forward to it. ("who? Shuoren ")

2. I want to send Jiangnan sound consumption, miss my old friends, and the clouds are separated. One is to give people spring scenery, waiting for the rich to hand down the golden knife. (Tang Yuchun)

3. Ruan Qin hangs the fragrant belt obliquely. Yuxian is the first pipa player. The rain on tung leaves is dry. A real pearl landed on the jade plate. I'm not used to Zhu Xian's tone. Smile and be accompanied by spring breeze. Don't say goodbye. Listen to a double. (Xin Qiji's Bodhisattva Man)

4. The lake is drunk and obsessed with learning Chinese characters, and Jiangtouchun is dead. Send red tears to pedestrians. (Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha")

5. I remember Xiaolian with twisted hands, and I want to pass on my resentment. I came back to lie alone at night and met as drunk as a fiddler in my dream. Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to be round. Just think of flowers and the moon as round.

Like a happy fate. Qin Zheng was in a good mood, and tried to write the slave sound into an old string. (Yan's "Partridge Sky")

6. I don't hesitate to give everything I have to seal it as odorless plum blossom jade. Money cooks people into soup cakes in exchange for fireworks sausages. (Yang Wanli's "Two Snow Watching Songs")

7. The north wind blew away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Dream well, don't wake up, and let him benefit. (Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man")

8. The two ends of the earth in autumn, Shui Ying is equally divided, and it is like ice. I don't know about the new troubles, but my eyebrows are stuck. Drunk for no reason, smiling, soft flowers are eyelashes. Stupid. (Zhang Yan's "Cherish Red")

9. When you think Dan's shoes are ringing, it's too late to draw.

The rhinoceros comb hasn't swept thousands of people yet, but it's shallow, as soon as I go.

If you don't see enough, your eyes will become blurred if you look at it a thousand times a day.

Side by side, it is difficult to dream and rain.

Write a flower with hidden meaning, and the soft soul conveys life.

Only Nong knows the Luo Shenfu in the middle of the fine print.

(Zhu Yizun's "Two Concentrations")