"On a machine, the flowing clouds weave the phoenix clothes. In the wind and smoke at dusk in the south of the Yangtze River. The brows are full of words, the hair on the temples is green, and the woman has nothing to think about.
Two machines, the golden breeze is lingering. Mulan stared at the boat. The water ripples clear, the wood sings the green branches, and we hope to know each other for a long time.
Three machines, bamboo branches in the shadow of bamboo branches. The sunrise in Dongshan is somewhat clear. Under the Xiuyun window, I read with my eyebrows low, poems at four o'clock in the middle of the night.
Four machines, the ancient music of Baoqin and Liushui. Qing Shang music scores frequently contain errors. With a shy smile, he pointed his finger one by one in the sound of jingdong.
Five cards, three oaths on the stone. Pray for the suffering in this life. The South Garden is full of flowers, and you are surprised when you see them.
Six machines, we are so far away from each other. The clouds are three thousand miles away. The long and weak water, the bright stars and the moon, long live without migration.
Seven machines, I envy him the white tiger and Cai Luan riding. Three mountains and five mountains are not far away. Together with the family members, side by side with the immortal couple, we return to the west of Dongtian.
Eight machines, where is Wu Yinweng's wife? All kinds of village ugly are suitable for both. Warm and cold, hunger and fullness, oil, salt, firewood and rice, the white head will last for a hundred years.
Nine machines, who said that silkworms only become silk when they are old? The blue waves are blooming and the west wind rises. The body is like an autumn lotus root, the heart is like a lotus seed, and I feel lovesickness to the core. "
A very ordinary story of love and hate, an intriguing love-hate relationship.
This is my first time writing, so please forgive me!