Ancient poems on lips of Zhu

There is a hint of spring in the vermicelli, and the lips only laugh when they smell it.

Dream meteorite

Thousand-month curtain chrysanthemum fragrance, affectionate fragrance.

Italian jade people embrace deeply, with a little taste on their lips.

I will ride the wind and turn my indifference into a dream.

I should kowtow to each other, but I sleep alone and think about myself.

A pair of jade arm pillows with thousands of people,

A little red lips can be tasted by thousands of guests.

From "Love Song of Pan Langgui, a Village Woman in Gaoliang"