A curtain of wind
You are standing under the golden willow with your hands behind your hands, while I am standing in the midst of hundreds of flowers with my head raised and a smile, and the incense of the sun is strong.
A curtain of wind and rain
You can listen to the banana language through your green screen window, I can smell the lotus leaves blooming in my hibiscus pond, and I can fan them slowly to cool them down.
Scene after scene, scene after scene.
The exquisite red beans are in my heart, and the ground in front of the steps of the embroidered pavilion is red.
A curtain of wind leaves
You play the harp with drunkenness to the west, and I play the flute with sorrow to the east of the wall, sending a letter to Zhenghong.
A curtain of wind and snow
You covered your book under the lamp and frowned, while I shed tears in the mirror and lost my beauty. It was too hasty.
One curtain opens another, one layer after another.
I am deeply in love with you, no matter where you are in the bead curtain.