Ink-Colored Flowers Should Bloom This Year

She opened her red lips lightly Like water, flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River and willow trees bloom. Green sleeves flow The lingering red beans carve out the bleak code She lightly swept her eyebrows Waiting for the sound of Prince Qingqing's jingling rings coming. Not seeing you for a day is like three autumns She plucked her wrist and hooked the string The harp is mournful, and a city is overwhelmed by lovesickness Even if I don't go, will Zi Ning have no heir? It's so picky, only the green Jia Jia drifts with the tide The green reed eyebrows are located in the drizzle of Wuzhen, swaying like the passage of time. It turns out that there is a poem about joy and sadness that cannot be written in one sentence: It's just because I feel that you look back on me that it makes me think about your days and evenings.