Generally speaking, Li Yu's ci is divided into two periods, because there are great differences in style and content between the two periods. ..... It is generally believed that his early works are full of pleasure and debauchery. Later works, because of the pain of national subjugation, can have deeper content and higher artistic expression, but they also ridicule their emotions as "sad" and "unhealthy". This statement seems quite reasonable to the outside world. But in fact, the reason why Li Yu is Li Yu, the reason why Li Yu is Li Yu and the reason why Li Yu is Li Yu are basically the same, and they are all pure and profound feelings that he dares to devote himself wholeheartedly. Before the national subjugation and genocide, the songs, dances, banquets and happy words written by Li were of course devoted to his pure and deep feelings; After the destruction of the country and the death of the family, the mourning speech written by Li was also a kind of dedication to his pure and deep feelings. In vain, our descendants made different comments on it. In fact, Li Yu said that when he devoted himself to an object with pure and sincere feelings, he didn't care about the reputation of the world at all. Of course, from the ideological point of view, some of Li Yu's ci poems are hedonistic and some are sad. We should still admit this difference, because it exists objectively. However, Ye Jiaying's opinion still raises an important question: If Li Yu's ci is divided into two periods, will it hinder readers from fully and systematically understanding and appreciating the lyrical features of these words, and prevent readers from deeply understanding the consistent leading role of Li Yu's personality characteristics in his ci? It is generally acknowledged that Li Yu's ci poems are different in content. If it is to be classified, what criteria should it be based on? Now let's talk about the latter problem first, because this is the premise to solve the former problem.
From the time point of view, because there are few records about the chronology of Li Yu's poems in Shicheng, it is difficult to find a sufficient and reliable basis for what words were written before and after the national subjugation, which brings congenital disadvantages to the division of the early and late periods. According to the available information, Li Yu wrote few works after his death, such as Yu Meiren, When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon, Forty Years of My Motherland, Sand Waves, Rain Outside the Curtain, etc. Although there are some words recorded in history, it is still controversial whether they were written when Jinling City was broken or when soldiers surrounded Jinling. Such as [Linjiang Xian] and "Cherry Leaves in Spring". Some words, mentioned by predecessors in comments, have been classified as works after the national subjugation by some works, such as Night Cry and Going to the West Building without saying a word. But "the voice of national subjugation" is often used as a descriptive word, not just a work after national subjugation. Sometimes it refers to soft poetry or music, and sometimes it is used to describe sad tunes. Of course, the sad poems or songs written after the national subjugation can also be called "the voice of national subjugation", but that needs historical evidence to prove. Therefore, if we take the break of Jinling City and the death of Southern Tang Dynasty as the time point and rigidly divide the periods before and after his ci works, it will be difficult for many ci works without historical records to belong to which period.
Some critics regard the content and style of Li Yu's ci as the basis for dividing the early and late periods, and there are also difficulties in judgment. Among Li Yu's poems, only a few clearly mentioned nostalgia for the motherland and memories of old court life. For example, the midnight song How Can I Avoid the Sorrow of Life, Looking at the South of the Yangtze River, How Hate I am, and Sorrow about the Past, as well as the aforementioned Yu Meiren, Broken Array and another song, Rain Outside the Curtain. Although the contents of other ci poems are nostalgic, they also refer to the life and past events in the south of the Yangtze River, but because they are not so specific and realistic, the opinions of various schools are not very consistent whether they are written before or after the national subjugation. For example, Wang Jiangmei's dream is far away, the south is full of spring flowers, Wang Jiangmei's dream is far away, the south is clear in autumn, and Qingpingle's "spring and a half don't come".
There are different opinions about the content and style of Li Yu's ci. One of the important reasons is that critics have different understandings of Li Yu's personality and experience. Li Yu, the king of national subjugation, has the temperament of a poet in talent. Huai Yu said that he was a "romantic genius, but he was mistaken for a master". His father Li J ǐ ng @ 2 was one of the few poets in the Southern Tang Dynasty. He lived in a literary environment since childhood and was deeply influenced by the artistic atmosphere. Since he succeeded to the throne, his situation has been in jeopardy. His talent and circumstances merged into his unique personality and complex mood. He also wants to do something to revive the national prestige. Ma Ling's Book of Southern Tang Dynasty said that he was "conceited in fame and fortune and resisted Julian Waghann". However, the country is poor and weak, and no one helps him. His ministers are all mediocre people who "behave themselves", so he once lamented: "Without Duke Zhou and Zhong Ni, my road is not feasible." As a romantic genius, he is good at melody, singing and dancing, and addicted to wine and color. He can't concentrate on rectifying state affairs, but spends a lot of time writing lyrics and composing music. He also knows that doing nothing like this is wrong, but he can't help himself and can't correct it. He has a clear mind, but a weak character; Willing to cheer up, but unable to take action, can only do some good things that can't fundamentally save the crisis, such as "paying interest to serve the people" (4). Therefore, some critics believe that before his national subjugation, he only knew "indulge in debauchery and lavish feasts" and lived a "life of singing and dancing day and night", so his works can only be "infatuated with the luxurious life of the court". This view is a bit absolute.
As for his "respect for the central plains, not afraid of humility", in order to secure the world [6]. This is a survival attitude that he has to adopt in the face of too powerful enemies. In fact, he is willing to do so in his heart. For example, his younger brother was detained by Song Taizu in Beijing, and he was very sad and angry. He said, "All banquets are held at four o'clock", climbed to the top of the mountain and wrote, "The original Lí ng @ (4) flew to Xiang Fei, and did not return this season." This kind of poem, if it reaches Song Taizu's ears, is likely to lead soldiers to the south. This is not a "soft luxury" remark.
Nostalgic memories don't have to be written after national subjugation. A person who is frustrated and sad when he meets where you are going in this life can also write such works. Li Yu met many such things before her national subjugation. For example, his death a week later has always made him feel sad and grateful. For example, "Picking Mulberry Seeds" and "Flowers in Spring in front of Pavilion" are probably works of this period, perhaps for the funeral of Da Zhou. Some critics classify it as a work after the national subjugation, because it is nostalgic, without much basis, at least it should not be so sure. Another example is [Yu Meiren]' s "The Wind Blows huí @ [5] Yard Grass is Green", and most articles on Li Yu's Ci also classify it as written after the national subjugation, probably because the last sentence of the Ci talks about "full of frost and snow". In fact, there are many examples of young poets who think they are old. In some cases, they have some white hair in their thirties, and they exaggerate it as full of frost and snow. So don't take one or two sentences in poetry too seriously. As far as the mood and moral of this poem are concerned, words like "Crying at night", "Last night's storm", "Picking mulberry seeds", "Spring in front of the pavilion is full of red flowers" and "Don't come in the spring" have all changed over the years, which is very important for a person who is in adversity and getting worse. As for his two poems, they are both envy and descriptions of fishing career. This kind of recluse thought may have originated before and after the national subjugation, and it is even more difficult to determine which period it belongs to.
In a word, it is not necessary to divide all Li Yu's words into early and late stages, no matter according to a hard time limit or according to the content and style of his words. Because of this practice, it is not conducive to distinguish the diverse styles of Li Yu's ci, and it also lacks sufficient scientific basis. The reasonable way is: from the time point of view, according to reliable basis, every word he said was written; If there is no reliable basis, there is no need to force its ownership in time. From the perspective of style, his more than 30 poems, whether they are sadness, sorrow, resentment, joy or detachment from the world, should be properly returned to their own appearance, and can not be summarized by the two styles of "decadent voice" and "the pain of national subjugation"
Li Yu, formerly known as Jia Cong, whose real name is Shigemitsu and whose real name is Zhong Yin, is the sixth son of Li Jing. He was born in 937 and was made a prince in 959. 96 1, acceded to the throne without year number.
When Li Yu ascended the throne, the Southern Tang Dynasty was a vassal state of the Song Dynasty. Facing the pressure of Song Dynasty, he resigned himself to stealing peace. In 975, Song Jun entered Jinling, captured the queen, and the Southern Tang Dynasty perished.
Li Yu is a bad king in politics and a writer and poet in literature. His main achievements are in poetry. His early works mainly reflect court life, such as Sauvignon Blanc and Huanxisha. After being captured, there was a great breakthrough compared with the previous period, and his representative works included Yu Meiren, Breaking the Array, Waves on the Sand and so on.
Li Houzhu reigned in 14 and was captured in 975. Song Taizu said he was disobedient. In 978, 42-year-old Li Houzhu was poisoned. A butterfly in love with flowers
Walking leisurely in the night pavilion, at first sight of Qingming, gradually feeling the injury of spring dusk; Counting the sound of rain and wind, hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Peach and plum are in the darkness of spring, who is on the swing, whispering and laughing.
Langtaosha
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Can can't stand the cold. I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy all day.
Don't fight alone! Infinite mountains and rivers are easier to see when you are away. The flowing water is gone in spring, and the world is a piece.
Meet Huan
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up!
Meet Huan
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, the phoenix tree is lonely, and the deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
When will there be a bright moon in the Spring and Autumn Period? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, so the country can't look at the moon.
Carved fences and jade articles should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Midnight song
How can we avoid sadness and hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes.
Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream.
Endless desire
One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
Black night cry
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
Sword and song
Over the past 40 years, my motherland has been covered with mountains and rivers for three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. I've known him several times.
Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop. Tears for Gong E.
Langtaosha
The past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long?
Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai!
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Huanxisha
I want to find the past and grieve people, but God's will is contrary to my body.
The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship.
Xie xinen
After Airbus left, the painting hall was half covered with beads, and the air in the forest was tired at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber.
In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and careless. A strong flute woke up graceful.
Wang's twelfth brother
The east wind blows water every day, and spring is long and idle. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream.
Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.
Santailing
Can't sleep, tired, get dressed and go out.
The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window.
Huanxisha
The red sun is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds incense to the beast for the second time, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step.
Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
At the beginning of the evening makeup, there is snow, and the spring palace is filed. Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress.
Who smells better in the wind, drunk. Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple.
Genglouzi
Plantagenet hairpin, pink face, meet in the flowers. Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it.
Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people. Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The bright moon is dark and foggy. It's good to go to the waves today! Step by step, step by step, holding golden shoes.
See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful.
and
Penglai pavilion closes the rooftop girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night without words. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance.
The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen. With a slow smile on his face, he looks forward to it infinitely.
and
The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and powerful, and the new sound moves slowly. Eyes are black, eyes are flowing.
Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious. No matter how empty the banquet is, the soul will lose its spring dream.
Xi Qian Ying
Xiao Yue falls, Sue, speechless. Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare.
The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Red Hugh swept Iraq, leaving the dancers to return.
Endless desire
A wisp of cloud, a wisp of jade, a thin shirt and a pair of light snails.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long.
help each other
Just after evening makeup, pay attention. Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break.
The sleeves are dark in color, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash. Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing.
Midnight song
It is better to look at flowers than to wait for old branches. The light green jade is soft and clear, and the surface of the floating lamp is clear.
Why don't you always smile and ban the garden for the Spring Festival Evening? The drunkard's intention is not wine, but poetry has become an industry.
Broken child in the backyard.
Yushu backyard, Yaocao cosmetic mirror. Last year's flowers were not old, but they are round again this month.
Impartiality, harmony between the flowers and the moon, and heaven teaches teenagers.
(or Feng Yansi)
Old fisherman
The waves are full of snow and the peaches and plums are silent. A pot of wine and a rod of nylon. How many people are there in the world?
and
A spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves.
Genglouzi
Wicker is long, spring rain is fine, and flowers leak. Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge.
The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy. Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing.
willow branch
The customs are getting old and ashamed of spring, and the old spirits are everywhere; Thank you, long street seems to know each other, and forced the smoke ear to brush his head.
Ruan Langgui
Pick mulberry seeds
In front of the pavilion, the spring is bright and dancing. When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows.
The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash. Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream.
Prank order
Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind. But the night is long and people sleep, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
tease
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away. Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears?
Pick mulberry seeds
Pulley, golden well, phoenix tree late, several trees surprised autumn. Rain brings new sadness. A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook.
Joan's window broke through two moths, looking back at the edge, wanting to send scales to swim, and the nine cold waves did not flow back.
Endless desire
One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
Xie xinen
Qin Lou didn't see the girl who blew the flute, so she went to the garden to see the scenery. Pink cherry is low and proud. The east wind bothers me. It makes me feel fragrant.
Joan window □ (original lack) dream of leaving the sunset, how long will you hate those years! The weeping willows are reflected outside the green trees. Meeting for a while is like dreaming.
and
Cherry blossoms fall to the end of the month, like a bed leaning on a fumigation cage. Much like last year today, hate is the same.
Clouds gaunt, tears red. Where do you miss each other? Screen window drunk in a dream.
and
After Airbus left, the painting hall was half covered by bead curtains. It is windy at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber.
In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and careless. A strong flute woke up graceful.
and
Ran Ran Qiu Guang can't stay, and the red leaves are full of dusk. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, landing on the pavilion and fragrant dogwood.
Purple bow gas, floating in the courtyard, rain at night in the smoke cage. Brave brave new swallow's cold voice, worried about similar age.
Linjiangxian
In spring, cherry leaves and butterflies fly in pink. Sub-rules crow at the west of the small building, with jade hooks and curtains, and melancholy dusk smoke hangs down.
Don't be lonely in the alley, hope that the smoke will fade away. The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
Sword and song
Over the past 40 years, my motherland has been covered with mountains and rivers for three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. I've known him several times.
Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop. Tears for Gong E.
Coffee senna
Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. On the boat, the orchestral river gurgles, and the city flies and rolls, killing the people who enjoy the flowers!
and
Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.
Coffee senna
How much hate, in my dream last night. Also like the old garden, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong; Flowers and the moon are spring breeze!
and
How many tears, broken face after crossing H ... Don't worry about tears, Shengfeng will cry; There is no doubt about heartbreak!
Black night cry
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
Huanxisha
I want to find the past and grieve people, but God's will is contrary to my body.
The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship.
Poetry:
On September 10, I wrote a book.
Yu Li
When I wake up in the rain and autumn, I feel uneasy.
Yellow flowers are cold and not beautiful, and red leaves beat drums.
Back on earth, I can hate vulgarity, and I have not forgotten my affection.
Since the sideburns are all white, I'm surprised not to learn from An Ren.
Autumn warbler
Yu Li
The warbler knows nothing about autumn, but swims through the secluded forest alone.
The old tongue leans its ears in every way, and a little dark yellow enters the smoke stream.
Live late, share the same sorrow with Lu, be clear and bright, and be broken to the ground.
I don't even want to stay home, which shows China's sadness and sadness.
The starting point of disease is gables.
Yu Li
Shanfang's initial illness is mild, and the towel is brown, which is called leisure.
As soon as the stove is turned on, the fire will warm up deeply and a new stream will flow out of the ditch.
For the time being, Peng Juan 'an is rotten. In the end, Zong Yuanwen has no life.
Who can be tired of dust, greedy fish and dragons build a strong name.
Twenty brothers of King Deng were sent from Xuancheng, Mu Yi.
Yu Li
Wei Qingge was even more delayed, so he stopped pouring wine.
The waves invade the sorrow and the light ripples, and the chaotic mountains congeal and hate the color.
What is your passion? I want to go to the west on a dry day.
There are many cigarettes and rivers at hand, so there is no need to embrace heavy sadness.
Crossing Zhongjiang and looking at Shicheng, I cried.
Yu Li
Jiangnan jiangbei hometown, 30 years dream.
Nowadays, Wuyuan Palace is neglected, and Guangling Taidian is desolate.
The clouds are full of sorrow, and the rain hits the boat and tears flow.
There are four brothers with 300 mouths. I can't just sit back and think.
Lyrics
Yu Li
Beads are precious in front of you, and flowers are withered in the world. I didn't hate it in my heart, but I missed.
Jade barnyard grass is still full of medicine, and the incense has been stained with dust. There will be feelings before and after the funeral, and there will be no tears when touching the towel.
Beauty is like a fragrant tree, but the dangerous road is similar. It is sad to practice spring, but it is also bitter and rainy.
Where is the beauty now? It's all gone. Nowhere to ask, the Millennium thanks the east wind.
Mourning poem
Yu Li
It is difficult to get rid of eternal thoughts, and a person is very painful. Loneliness in the rain and late autumn leads to an increase in diseases.
Swallow the wind before thinking, blindfolded to kill time. The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home.
With emotional memories
Yu Li
I also saw the old branches of tung flowers, and the first floor was misty and rainy.
Who will be disappointed because of the aperture, and will not feel tearful.
The mountainous city is no longer charming, and the festival is not self-sustaining.
There was an old smoky moon that year, and the moths in Furong City cried.
Chinese plum
Yu Li
Diligent transplantation of land, curved threshold and small fence edge. * * * worry about the day, and you can't worry.
Clear the way against the wind and irrigate the cold spring by the moon. Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the moth eyebrows are incomplete.
Dong Jun knew nothing about the loss of the fireworks master. What's the use of incense? Last year.
Book spirit banquet towel
Yu Li
Floating and withered, the prime of life is lost. Handkerchiefs can smell the perfume that my wife used to use, and Lin Daiyu's black smoke left a little trace on the handkerchiefs.
Tree loquat
Yu Li
It is difficult to make a few tapestries when cutting shoulders. Sweet days leave phoenix tail, and the rest is the warmth in sandalwood trough.
Feel uncomfortable
Yu Li
After years of haggard, depression is good for self-injury. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating.
The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted. What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space?
Booking events in illness
Yu Li
Sick and strong, the banquet is fragrant and self-sufficient.
The bright moon shines in the secluded place, only to stir up medicine, and only birds come to the secluded courtyard.
The quack is too lazy to obey, and the little girl can't help it.
Ask an empty door to know the taste, or trouble will invade.
Give a gift to the people in the palace to celebrate their slaves.
Yu Li
The customs are getting old and ashamed of spring, and they are lost everywhere.
Thank you. strip seems to know me. I was forced to tap.
After the title of Jinlouzi
Yu Li
The toothpick shaft is red, and RoyceWong's book is on fire.
If you don't lose face, you will get it today.
Sentence:
explain
Far away, the morning glory is in the sun by the river. Hey, Aunt Huang, overlook.
Ying Kuang should hate, there are not many butterfly dances. ("Falling Flowers")
Let the moon in your hand and shake the wind. (Fan Yong)
Illness is like weakness, and I hate it for five years. (hereinafter referred to as "Notes on Medullary Law")
It is difficult to recover from a disease, and Xiao Dian's landing is quite ashamed.
Many dissenting Confucian classics far slightly sneer, static flow Ji Man bitter tour.
The temple is white from today, and the chrysanthemums are still yellow last year. (The following "Han Zhai Ming Tan")
There will always be death, and there will be a plateau in the drunken burial place.
Life is less than 100, and I just made a Millennium painting. ("Wild Guest Talk")
The sun reflects the thin clouds, and the autumn sky is high and deep. (Fragments in the Sea)
Wu Zhao began to shine, and dragons and candles fought for it. (Under "Kong Tie")
Condensed beads were covered with bare branches.
It's time to travel to the west, and the solemn cold is coming.
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Forget it.
Pour a bowl, prolong life, and get a deep reward.