Shen Yuan's poems: sultry flowers
The sultry flowers fall into the wind and the wind blows the dream, and then the front edge holds hands.
Sorrowful Wushan tear-jerking eyes, weaving into willow shadows endlessly.
The jade pot secretly changes to acacia water, and the sweet need to know that the red pillow is empty.
The most prosperous full moon night, with the pen to write the heart.
