Poetry in the wind

Butterfly flowers, spring flowers, red tops, half in Wang Zhidao, red tops in spring. There is water outside the green poplars, hidden in Shenggeyuan. The fan is warm in the winter. The sky is green, floating on the shore.

It's too late to go back and paint the building. Step by step to pick up Meiying and polish the palace makeup. Beautiful eyes, long eyebrows, light green eyebrows. It's time to look back.

Most importantly, the person who bows his head and smiles,

Thousands of customs are around the eyebrows.

The fragrant cheeks are ice-clean, and the rouge is not dyed and whitewashed;

Clouds dipped in paint, green hair like waterfalls.

Pointing at Lan Ruo is fragrant,

Staring like water, the center of shearing is sadness.

The dusk clouds opened and I was tired.

The silence clause on the west wing.

Have you noticed,

The gunpowder and paint in the sixth house have disappeared,

Sing sunset glow again!