Smoke everywhere, blue sea flying golden mirror. Sleeping in the shadow of laurel trees, sleeping on the idle steps of water nights. Dewdrops are messy and cold when they are cold. God is far from Beijing, but
Lanqiao Road is near. The crystal curtain does not fall, the mica screen opens, and the beauty powder is cold dipped. I'll be more clear, give it to Jin Zun, and vote for Xiao * * * Liu Xia.
Adjust the menstruation, take the bed and the south building, regard jade as a person and enjoy the swing.