The gray hair has finally turned white, and the eyebrows and white teeth are no longer lustrous.
The osmanthus falls under the rolling curtain, and the crescent moon is like ink in the sky at night.
I lightly drank half a cup of tea from the catkins, leaning against the clock cage while my tears were still wet.
You won't hear the song of separation again, but we share our beloved people under the red candle.
The concubine danced for you and was startled, and the wife you married made her beautiful.
In the past, the ups and downs were like ice blades, and the biting cold wind pierced the heart.
No one sighs when the flowers fall without a trace, and no one watches when they drift with the water.
After the howling cold wind from the north, the tenderness in the brows is somewhat lessened.
The curtain of the sky has fallen, covering my eyes. I drink the cold drink alone without anyone watching.
I just wish that I would not enter the noble family and not be surrounded by the golden cage of the palace.
The clear rain soaks into the world, and the snow covers all the souls.
The fine wine and jade dew do not meet each other, and the black hair and white complexion are easy to mix.
The palace is deep and new, and the city is so complicated that there is no door.
Duoyan said that the Tian family is the most ruthless, but he has no choice but to be the Tian family.
Concept: The birth of a whole set of calculations
