"A Volume of the Glory of the Tang Dynasty" Author: Bai Luomei Publisher: Hunan Literature and Art Publishing House

Volume 1 Although I love ancient tunes, few people play them nowadays Even though I am getting old, I will never tire of watching you Retiring to the forest, deep in the clouds, I don't know where there is a soulmate in the world, high in the mountains, I meet flowing water, old friends are forgotten, I fish alone in the river, cold snow, a lonely boat, how much traveler's sorrow can it carry? I strayed into the Peach Blossom Land and forgot the world of mortals. I am closer to home, and I am more timid. I dare not ask the visitor Volume 2 Thousand miles south of the Yangtze River, how many towers are in the mist and rain Thousand miles south of the Yangtze River, how many towers are in the mist and rain The swallows in front of the Wang and Xie halls flew into the homes of ordinary people The grass and trees are ruthless, how can the vicissitudes of the Six Dynasties change Where is the face of the migrated person? The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. The peach blossoms flow in the water, sending those who come also sending back the guests. A wisp of fragrant dust, the falling petals are like people falling from a building. The sound of the pipa, the third volume of grape wine in the luminous cup. The moon is affectionate, but why is the good dream disturbed? The moon is affectionate, but why is the good dream disturbed? The lonely empty courtyard, the pear blossoms are all over the ground. The door is not opened, the candle is cut in the west window, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain. Three springs have passed, and I regret teaching my husband to seek a title. Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, they come like spring dreams. When is it too late? Who is the water of the sea, and who is the cloud of Wushan? People and things are replaced, and they smile. Where does the visitor come from? Volume 4: In old age, I only like quietness and don't care about anything. In old age, I only like quietness and don't care about anything. One meeting at a time, one cup of tea and one poem, should be cherished. Sunny farming, rainy reading, prosperous times, no surprises. Boil a pot of tea, waiting for an old friend who has been away for a long time. I have a jug of wine, which can comfort the wind and dust. There is no meeting in this life. The winding path leads to a secluded place, where flowers and trees are deep. Volume 5: The bright moon rises over the sea, and the world shares this time. Tea smoke and sunlight, time has passed for a thousand years. A seagull in the world, the rest of my life is only sent to the river and the sea. The thread in the hands of the loving mother , the clothes on the wanderer are beautiful in the south of the Yangtze River, the scenery is old and familiar. The moon rises over the sea, and we are together at the end of the world. The world is a stranger, but we will meet someday in this life. How can I bear the shadow of my black hair, so I come to sing the sixth volume of Bai Tou Yin. Every moment is like a year, and the flowers are ready to be picked. Every moment is like a year, and the flowers are ready to be picked. It is easy to ask for priceless treasures, but it is rare to have a loving man. By the Huanhua Creek, a distant love affair, a hundred years of loneliness, what can I do about the world of mortals? In the diamond-shaped mirror, the depth of the eyebrows is not returned to you. I regret not meeting you before I got married. It was so absurd, making wedding clothes for others.