The mist and warm rain have just begun to fall, leaving the small courtyard with all the flowers. I picked a pair of red beans, lowered my head, and shed tears while talking. People go away like a spring break, and the wine once turned the stone into a piece of wine. There are people crossing peach leaves and boats, and they are all worried about a kind of mist.
The fine silver and vermilion cloud brocade made her petite figure look like a crimson cloud, shining brightly.
The face is slightly rounded, the eyes are dark and bright, and the corners of the mouth are smiling.
Wearing a blue robe and holding a white folding fan in his hand, he looked at her affectionately and smiled slightly.
Life is like the first time we met... Can we ever go back...