The fragrant grass looks at Nanpu, the traveling clouds dream of Chuyang, and the flowing water complains about Xiaoxiang.
There are spring orioles and swallows at the bottom of the flower, a golden phoenix with a hairpin head, and mandarin ducks embroidered on the quilt.
Lang, Lang, what a dream!
The spring clouds are falling from the crow's temples, like the autumn moon hanging from the comb, and the makeup is late in the bent mirror.
Fragrance-stained green luodai, box-opened red mignonette, hairpin dotted with purple glass,
Yeah, yeah, I'm just waiting for that romantic thrush.
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Huh... Yao'er? Although I tremble when I think of it... Yue Weida has a daughter? ! !
Huh... Yao'er? Although I tremble when I think of it... Yue Weida has a daughter? ! !