Rain falls in March and embroidery needles in April
Pointing to the formation of thousands of armies from afar, how many inches of brocade are cut?
Look at the iron horse glacier, the silk thread of youth, the world of mortals and the sinking of thousands of tents
A journey through mountains and rivers, a journey through wind and snow
Red Candle Pillow May Flower June Xinghua Village
Dyeing red clouds, Qingluan soul, one more point of marriage
The setting sun shines on the lonely shadow, and the peony dyes the copper bottle
The beautiful woman leans against the door and looks at you, but she wants to die.
You can see that with every stitch of embroidery, someone feels pain for you
You can see that the peony blooms in life, there is someone waiting for you
Rivers flow into the sea, and everything springs for them
The bright moon can never shine without leaving others
You can see that every stitch of embroidery is like the depth of the ocean.
You can see that chrysanthemums are blooming all over the city, the infatuation is so real
Green bamboo weeps with ink marks, brocade calligraphy and painting fail
Love needles and threads can be embroidered endlessly, but they are like a red bed and a mandarin duck pillow
In this life, I am smiling and proud, Fengyue is as thin as a knife
I will be more happy with you in the next life
Wrap your fingers and break thousands of needles, the cuckoo cries blood
The hibiscus flowers are in full bloom and return to dust in a blink of an eye.
War songs send people off, travelers want to die
These words of deep affection can be taken seriously
You can see that every stitch of embroidery is like my love and hate
You can see that the plum blossoms are blooming on the branches, just like the voice of my heart
The brocade is woven for you, every foot and inch seems to be deeply affectionate
I hope you know my concubine's intentions, and our love will be true from now on in the world of mortals