The residual plum blossoms in the water sleeves are fragrant in the garden, and the snow-stained brow bones make them look elegant.
Draw Mo Dai, dot crimson lips
All living beings, Buddha said, the fruit of marriage is the foundation of this world.
The pearl shines on the body, the promise of three lives
A piece of paper is burning, half of the fireworks, green graves withered grass condensed with night frost
The spring rain is resentful, the painting screen is broken,
The begonias have fallen, the palace makeup is in chaos,
Rouge tears, no one will understand
I'm a stranger in the world, I won't know you in the next life
Intention: