The spring breeze of Hanfu, the apricot blossoms in front of the door are smiling. The green bamboo Tingting, brushing through the sleeves, the fragrance is curling.
The willows of the Korean street are hanging, and the breeze blows through the ancient alleys. The night is intoxicating, the bright moon hangs between the green tiles, and the shadows are sufficient.
Han's family motto, every word is inscribed. The sound of the piano in the study room flows through the years, inheriting the tenderness of thousands of years.
The Korean feast, the flower petals are like poetry. The syrup and jade liquid, the slightly drunk smile, is the most beautiful celebration of the family.
Hanfu garden, winding paths leading to secluded. The flowing water is murmuring, the cranes are dancing in the sky, and the fairyland in the dream is wonderland.
Han Hui Ruishi, the witness of the years. Brushing away the dust, the flickering light, is the glory of the family.
The morning light of Hancheng is stacked with mountains. The flag is waving, and the majesty of the family is as stable as a mountain.
Hanfu small bridge, gurgling water. The bamboo shadow in front of the door is swaying, the years are like a song, and the warmth is like a poem.
Han's grand ceremony, embroidered robes. The pride of the family is as dazzling as fireworks.
A treasure of the Han family, an antique incense burner. The mellow aroma is the mark of time and the deep affection of the family.
The starry night of Hanmen is full of stars. The night sky is picturesque, symbolizing the splendor and tenacity of the family.
The secluded path of Hanfu leaves the mark of time on the stone slab. Passed down from generation to generation, like the ancient tree in the courtyard, the branches are luxuriant.
Starting from a cup of hot soup, soaked in the taste of home, Han, like soft family affection, warm and deep.
In the cold winter, the Han family sat around the stove, and the laughter was like a warm flame, embellishing the years of life.
The raindrops beating outside the window, polishing the eaves, the Han family is the shelter of the soul, the strings that moisten the years.
Korean characters are like a key, opening the door of time, entering the chapter of family tree, and tasting the fragrance of history.
The fragrance of tea is curling, and in the courtyard of the Han Mansion, the years are walking quietly, as if flowing with a kind of family calmness.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the Han family's garden is full of vitality, like the inheritance of the family, passed down from generation to generation.
The Korean character is a melodious poem, rippling in the wind and frost of generations, singing the glory of the family.
On the starry night, the lights of Hanfu are brilliant, like the glorious history of the family, shining in the weaving of time.
The afterglow of the setting sun is shining, and the shadow of the Han family is dancing in the bluestone alley, and the steps of the years are still light.
In the morning light, cigarettes were lit on the altar of the Han family, grateful for the past and welcoming the future.
The river is long, and the Korean characters are like ink paintings, rendering the vicissitudes and tenderness of the family.
The Han family is a historical castle that towers into the sky and carves the glorious legend of the family.