1. The flat-headed slave shakes the big fan, and the May is not hot but the Qingqiu is clear. The jade plate with bayberry is set for you, and the Wu salt is like flowers and white snow.
2. There are only a few plum blossoms in Jishan, and their love is like the flavor of other poplars. The jade skin is half drunk with red millet, and the ink halo slightly dyes the purple dress.
3. The fire is piled up to the diameter of the bead, and the cool spring is wrapped around the teeth and turned into pulp. An old friend sent me some fruit, but it has not changed into the fragrance of Penglai Lord.
4. In May, the forest is full of red bayberries, and I first suspect that one of them is worth a thousand pieces of gold. The taste is heavier than Heshuo grapes and the color is darker than Lunan lychees.
5. The mountainous city is shaded by greenery, and the herbs shine in every corner. Before the whole plate of love is piled up with fire, I am surprised to find the pearl in my jaw.
6. Look at the pleasure boat with a precious bun inserted sideways, and enter the Shangdu with a finely woven bamboo cage. When drunk, I feel proud and proud, and I want to take advantage of the wind and dew to tie up thousands of trees.
7. Inoculate the first-ripe and rotten bayberry with licorice seed acid. The best fruits of Jinpo were collected, and the fire was all over the crystal plate.