Pearl tassels rotate and stars shake, flowers and vines flutter, dragons and snakes move. Dancing low in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. Painting the fragrance, Mo Xilian, walking, the long sorrow is gone. I saw the dance returning to the wind, but there was no where to go. Sneaking through the palace is as stable as possible, and standing on both sides to get trapped. Delicate saying should be difficult, it must be seen from the palm of your hand.