Fallen flowers are falling, covering your eyes, and spring flowers are gradually dyeing, a little bit rouge.
The celadon cup soaks the fragrance into the throat, and makes me miss the lovesickness.
The jade belt is wrapped around the waist, embellished with dragon patterns and gold threads. Yesterday's spring breeze brought tears to the cup.
Flowers are flying, and the peach blossom fan is seen at first glance...
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