When bloom was silent, the gate was closed, and the beauty stood in Qiongxuan.
Talking about court affairs with passion, parrots dare not speak in front of people.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
See the guests come in, socks oar Jin Chai. Walking with shame, leaning against the door, turning around, smelling plums.