A poem with a veil.

Please come back.

Thousands of miles of seas and rivers are lined with blue waves, and the sky is woven with clouds.

Skirts are frosted and covered with purple flowers.

The west wind rises and the flowers fall, but the moss dances with the cherry blossoms.

Light singing and dancing are charming and drunk, and the veil reflects the afterglow.

Don't leave early during the day. I hope you won't come back late in the future.

After a while, a gust of wind came and made peace. Someone came back and woke up.

Twilight is fading, and the floating light jumps over the golden jade. The wind and cloud follow the trend. The curtain brushed lightly, causing countless cherry blossoms.

Luo's skirt is slightly curled, her silver hair is dancing and her eyebrows are beautiful. I'm trapped in my body, I'm in my arms. Naive, but please don't talk.