Raw Chazi.
Dongfeng didn't solve his worries and secretly showed his Hunan skirt. Carrying a sarong at night, shadowing a slender waist painting.
The water is exhausted and the smoke sinks, and the dew drops are mandarin duck tiles. The flower bones are cold and fragrant, and the small cherries are under them.
If you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk, and if you don't get rid of your sorrows. At night, the lonely lamp, wearing a long skirt, the woman is full of sorrows, the man has Du Kang to relieve his sorrows, but the woman has nowhere to solve it, it seems that meditation in the dim light is the best destination.
Let me be alone for a while", the words that are easiest to blurt out when I am bored. At this time, the east wind entered through the window, gently blowing the skirt, perhaps a message sent by the person who missed him from afar. Get up, look for the east wind and go, the sarong lamp is behind, and the slender figure is projected onto the wall. Although the spring breeze brought a letter, Qianying had nowhere to go, and the beauty was destined to be in this room and in this courtyard.
In the early morning, the water agarwood burned out and extinguished, and the dew condensed on the mandarin duck tiles, "crumbling". Incense is a medium of communication between people and gods, and the incense disperses overnight, taking away the thoughts of the night before, hoping to fly to the place that the heart yearns for. The dew is crystal clear, and the scene inside the house is condensed in it, whether it is dripping like dirt or the sun evaporating, I hope to float to the place where I yearn for it.
The cherries in the courtyard have flower bones, although the flowers have not opened, the fragrance is very obvious in the cold air in the early morning, and the deep fragrance under the tree hopes to alleviate the pain of lovesickness.