A machine, only one shuttle goes away, one shuttle is crazy, the threads are tangled and still not recognized.
Outside the Lingchuang courtyard, the purple bamboos are swallowing, and they are acquainted with each other.
The flowing clouds wrap around the spring embankment. The orchid and crimson grass are fragrant and refreshing.
Ice muscles and jade bones, rouge and green daisy, relatively bathed in red clothes.