Her fragrant face is light and even, her dark eyebrows are cleverly painted with light palace makeup, and her skirt is embroidered with double butterflies.
Banquet in Dongchi, meeting each other for the first time. The vermilion powder is not deep and uniform, but the idle flowers are faintly fragrant.
Look carefully at all the good things, everyone is humane and willow waist. Yesterday, the mountains were in chaos and it was dark. When I arrived, my clothes were covered with clouds.
The orioles and swallows are in spring, the flowers and trees are real, everything is charming, delicate and tender, and everyone is still there.
Day by day, my eyebrows are drawn together, and the clouds and catkins are flying. Don't marry your heart to a wanderer.
Splashing wine drips, singing and fanning words, making flowers fragrant and dancing clothes fragrant. A spring burst into tears and said desolate.
A vortex of clouds, a shuttle of jade, a light and thin shirt, and a pair of snails with light eyebrows.
——The struggle between women is always the most cruel struggle... And the harem is a place of intensive cruelty...