Here is gold and paper drunkenness, here is graceful romance, here is light singing, here is prosperity and peace.
She saw the lights, the boat, the pavilion; the beauty standing on the window sill waving her red sleeves, the scholar downstairs with a blushing face; the sounds, the noise, the gongs and drums; the hawker shouting in a long voice, with a cry of "Catch the thief!" In the middle. Then there was a fuss, and a spoonful of paint flew over and fell over. In the middle were flower kites, red fat, etc.
Pink is the golden snow willow of the girl on the road, and the horse's hoof obtained by the swordsman. She was in a trance, she was swaying, and then she woke up - this is a dream
(Special thanks: Thanks to my sister Qian for her guidance, 666. This beginning was also written by my good friend Su Qianqian. I only made some deletions.)
Intention: Seize the opportunity and observe carefully.