A poem describing the red line

Looking at the moon, pulling the red line.

Dye it red and blue

When the yellow rolls meet. Later, the red line followed.

This is going to be together, and Liu Hua is infinitely fragrant.

Pink tears, condensed beads, red lines

Begging and Anren plundering temple cream. A small machine without a red line.

Lonely Lily Xin Naihong, waste Yu Di, blow off Qin Louyue.