The long hair is left for you, and it is spread out for you to tie. Three thousand black hair, just for you.
Wearing a red dress, she raised her eyes to see the tassels hanging from her hijab; she was sent into the vermilion palace wall by a bridal party while playing and playing.
The beauty is cut off before she gets old, and she sits leaning against the smoked cage till dawn - it's a nightmare.
Taking a bath in the Huaqing Pool in the cold spring, and bathing in the hot spring water to wash away the fat - is a sweet dream.
Life goes round and round, and in the end, whether it is a good dream or a nightmare, it is just a dream.
After all, I still love the country, not the beauty.