(It turns out I forgot my password, so I have to re-apply and write again!) Kangxi had a female name, Qu Se. Hibiscus flower gills and willow leaf eyes. With ten mirrors, one can learn how to do makeup, and with eleven needles, one can embroider clothes. Twelve lines of sitting and adjusting things, not willing to get lost in the mind and hide the earth. The exquisite clouds on the temples have patterns, and the sleeves of the wind are fluttering with the fragrance of roses. The postures are strange and out of shape, turning suddenly and suddenly as if there is light. The frosty bamboo slips in February are repeated. Last year was destined to die this year. Brother Bago, don't miss lovesickness while leaning on the railing. This woman is not from this world. I am afraid that my descendant will live in the previous life, only twelve years old in the human world. I have experienced melancholy and sorrow, and have been entangled in love for three hundred years.