The wisps of the lotus root smoke in the spring, and the smoke machine is indifferent and charming. The sound of golden shuttle penetrates the thin air,
Cut off the sword and blow off the clouds. The young master of the Zhang family heard the rain at night and went to the orchid hall to think about Chu dance.
The cicada's shirt carries the scent of sadness, and the golden strands of the orioles' locks are stolen. Guan Hanlan talks softly and sadly,
Hu Cao Xue Wan Yuanyang silk. The hibiscus is weak and difficult to control; the willows are too windy to control themselves.
Guests who return to the west window laugh and smile, and the stars are scattered in the sky. Don't chase the King of Qin and roll him into the elephant bed,
The building is full of bright moon and pear blossoms are white.