Marriage and love are like wine, the good one is fragrant, but the bad one is like drinking vinegar, oozing with astringency. The few blooming branches in her hand occasionally competed with each other, and occasionally had a little quarrel, but her life was still perfect.
One is a peach blossom vine, with peach branches as a knot, and a red rope knotted in the hair. I brew a pot and grow old with you, intoxicated day by day.
One flower is in the amber stream, burning the happy face, it will definitely linger for a lifetime
Another flower is the Zhicao from the mountain stream. I gave up my obsession and simmered the medicine of lovesickness.
The next one is the tobacco from Sichuan, which is light and gentle, but does not ask about the leisure time.
After all, in the end, he was like the jade pond flower, elegant and scorching, but separated by three thousand miles of rivers