The algae country mourns, while Yueqing resents the green mist and powder smoke.
The fragrant cage musk deer water, tired of rising red waves, full of mirror makeup envy.
Hunan women return to their souls, and they are cold and silent, so who will complain? The moon sets in the sky, the dust rises in Ling Bo, and the flowers and the moon are full of sorrow and dance.
I still secretly remember that being integrated with LanRao and holding Joan's wrist with silk made me feel even more pitiful.
Exquisite green house, light and thin ice pin, stable said Jinyun retained.
I'm afraid of mourning cicadas, I'm afraid of autumn red decline, I cry for dew, I can get rid of the west wind and grow old, and I'm ashamed to get married by the east wind.
Ling Bo, describing the light gait of women; Dust generation means that if there is dust on the water surface, it will be raised.