Every prosperous and prosperous time, every passage of time, is precipitated in the bright red bones and blood, and is dyed with a bright red color. It cannot be done by itself. The joys and sorrows, separation and separation, love and hatred, should be so careful, and finally turn into a song, and fly into ashes into mourning.
Who will drink with my lamp and shadow, who will allow me the past and present lives? What I want is just a dream of a prosperous and prosperous high palace.
The king is water, and the palace is confused.
The red lotus flutters, and the Forgotten River pool sparkles.
The snow melts the moth, and the ice muscle melts the jade bone.
In the Golden Palace, the eyes are clear and clear.
You smile, and the blue sky begins to bloom.
You are annoyed, your eyebrows are brow-shaped and your speech is smoky.
The heart of a water lotus is like a fish. Who cares about my heart? I am a fish.
A pair of catkins and a Yaoqin express my affection for you.
With sincerity, sincerity, and wisdom, I look forward to the country with you.
The convolvulus in the smoke cage skirt is dancing all over the city, and the twilight mist is scattered and the cirrus clouds are flying lightly.
With a startled smile, the moon is closed and the flowers are ashamed.
The mountains and rivers are dark and the flowers are bright.
I only hope that your heart will know my heart.