The willow branches are warm, the sweetheart is murmuring, the colorful silk hand rings are beautiful, a piece of embroidered red skirt is embroidered, the lamp shadow is swaying and the eyebrows are curved.
Dancing happily, red smoke blooming, chanting softly and thinking about the world, tears staining the frosty forest night, I can't understand my tenderness.
Before the night song, the bells are broken, the dream shadows are walking around and the rings are swaying, the colorful clothes and feathers are flying, where can I find the breeze to get drunk.
The wild geese return from the south, the flowers are new and beautiful, I feel that what is right now is not the same as yesterday, I sigh that there is no one to care about me, who can tie my black hair once, and who can hold my affection without regrets!
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How many stories are boiled into a cup of plum blossom stuffed wine? How much love does a pair of beautiful Yujue have together? There is no end to the story... There is no end to the secrets in the palace, the conspiracies in the court, and the storms in the rivers and lakes. It is just that they are all pulled onto an embroidery needle, embroidering a wedding dress and a red skirt, and weaving the world into a picture of prosperity and peace...
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