The spring in the desert is unstoppable, and the thorns on the vines catch the clothes, but block the pedestrian path. Partially ruthless and partial partial dance, all the catkins flying in the face are covered with mist.
Who is the master of the deep embroidery courtyard? A solitary flower, so bright in the corner! Don't complain that no one comes to pick it up, and the flowers bloom at the wrong time of spring and evening.
——Gong Zizhen's "Magpie Stepping on the Branch"
The women in the world, the wonderful woman in the lotus step, moves out of the painting. Between the colorful heaven and earth, there is such a woman. She has a peerless appearance and a charming figure, but she has never been seen or known by people. Her breath is like orchid, and her fragrance is like a dream, but she is only a fourteen-year-old child.
Peaceful life, supreme favor, but her beauty is like a lotus under the bright moon, with trembling dew on its petals, ethereal and lonely, touching and plain.
One day, the lovely person like the crescent moon came to her, quietly opened a thorn, and guided her up.
Between heaven and earth, among all things, there is a smart mind and sharp thoughts. Life begins to be written on her cheeks. She has aura, and she walks out of deception and sorrow.
The lonely flower is indifferent, and the spring will never stop...
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