The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick.
If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu 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 heartbreaking.
May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like it? Poor Feiyan Yi Xinzhuang.
The two famous beauties are in love with each other, and the king often laughs at them.
To explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, the agarwood pavilion leans against the langan in the north.
Conception: