With the help of a machine, the flowing clouds circle 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.
Two machines, the fragrance on the temples spreads lightly, and you feel like a fairy. She is shy and holds her lotus arms, and is charming and beautiful. Looking back and laughing, the mist is thick, and the light painting is self-reliant.
Three machines, twilight cold? Taohao? Jia ΑＰ bridge ㄔ consider Chen?? Curtain:??
Four machines, flowers bloom and fade, shadows fly together. The spring breeze does not relieve the feeling of sorrow. Pure pure wine, the fragrance of seal script stirs up emotions, and you will be obsessed with love forever.
Five machines, morning and evening, rain and rain. Peach blossoms bring peace of mind. The mountains and forests dream far away, the beautiful pots are knocked out, and the brocade characters are revealed.
Six machines, the Milky Way cuts off two lovers. Meng Luan always remembers each other. The flowers are waiting to be cut, the sparse clock reminds me of dawn, and I send my lovesickness several times.
Seven machines, I am late to try the wine. Far away in the sky, Han finally has no plan. The painting building is cloudy and rainy, the night is quiet, and a dream cuts through the dust.
Eight machines, we meet each other in the dreamland and look forward to spring's return. The sound of Qin Zheng tuning the pillars is like weeping. The palace merchants are difficult to deal with, and the sound of the strings is like a dream. Where can I find the resonance?
Nine-piece machine, small book with brocade characters and clear words in seal script. The Xuan window is dark and the branches are green. Flowing clouds are drunk, Qionggui secretly believes, and the two are helpless.