欲迷墙

Good night, Mrs. Song

The wife of Duke Cheng of Pei, the daughter of Wang Rong. Wang Rong went to Pei Xu in the morning, but there was no way forward. Pei went down from the bed to the south, and the woman went down from the bed to the north, and they sat opposite each other as host and guest, with no strange expressions on their faces.

Fireflies dance in the wind in June

The silent clear sea

Great Writer

Wang Zijing asked Xie Gong: "How does Lin Gong compare to Yu Gong?" Xie Shu refused and replied: "The predecessors did not talk about it at first. Yu Gong is more than Lin Gong."

Madam, I moved the Civil Affairs Bureau here.

Yang Fu wrote a poem in praise of snow, which said: "It is transformed by the purity and diffused by the air. When it encounters an image, it can be bright, and when it is pure, it becomes radiant." Huan Yin then wrote on the fan.

Ten Years of Love is Not Too Late

In mourning, one should only look at the deceased but not answer; in mourning of the same age, one should answer but not speak; in mourning of the great merit, one should speak but not discuss; in mourning of the minor merit, one should discuss but not enjoy music. This is the expression of grief in speech.