The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick.
If we hadn't seen him at the top of the jade mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon.
A branch of red dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.
The two famous flowers in the country love each other so well that the king looks on with a smile.
Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, Agarwood Pavilion leans against the railing in the north.