West Lake Moon (Huang Zihang)
At the beginning of the month, I hung on the top of the forest and went to the West Garden to visit Mei. Powder wall powder surface, moss branches exposed, light and light. She should have a memory of hating and looking east. Then I took off my clothes and flew into the cloud steps, staying with this flower for a long time. Liu Lang's waist is slightly damaged. Remember to climb the bar immediately and lean against the diaphragm flute. Juvenile flavor, flowers and plants, fragrant and fragrant. He Xun is in Yangzhou, wanting to dye songs and stay drunk. In winter, the cold window is thin and the night is lonely.