Ganoderma lucidum in Song Zhao
The curtain upstairs is weak, and the wall is blocked by the low moon flowers. Every spring, I care about things, and I live in crow with heartache.
The dance mirror is full of flowers, and the dance beads are phoenix and red. Re-door does not lock the dream, and travels around the world at will.
Looking at the winding catkins falling on the boudoir bead curtain, I trembled slightly.
The flowers and plants on the wall don't know that I have a bright moon in my heart.
The deep-rooted joy and love in the past reunion reminded me of my heavy heart.
Hurt the liver and intestines like a tired crow, looking for branches everywhere.
The brocade quilt for playing mandarin ducks has been faded by time.
Only the red candle gives out a faint light every night to accompany me to cry until I faint at night.
I hope I can meet in my dream, because I can't lock the door in my heart.
Follow you to the ends of the earth, I hope you can keep this fiery heart.