The faint fragrance floats in the moonlight dusk, and there is a spring tree in front of the hall. When the east wind blows into the west, the children's parents close their doors.
Snow skin is cold, jade face is true. The cheek powder is not applied. I am breaking flowers and sending them to the people in Lingtou. The sunset is cloudy in the south of the Yangtze River.
Intention: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand.