Her pear blossoms are like steaming clouds, and the sound of his flute at night makes his bananas shatter.
The water recedes in the middle of her Cangshan Mountain, and the view of his cloudy river is often tiring.
She smiles charmingly. He expressed his condolences to Er Xiaowu Cai Wei.
Her brow is always dripping with tears, but where is the wave of lovesickness and loneliness in him.
How could he know whether she was the moonlight or not?
She is useless in white silk, but he silently cherishes the empty scenery and is yellow and thin.
She excels in art, while he is relatively emotionless and keeps to himself.
She is like this to me the most, and he is obsessed with keeping the mulberry crisp.
She was touched lightly by the gentle breeze, and he was always comforted by his forgetfulness and stunning beauty.
She danced in a charming way at night, and he shed tears after seeing through the end of the world.
She was so pale and useless, he took off his brow and put it on his heart.
She was cold and desolate, and he forgot that Mei Niang was in the world of mortals.
She sent a Junge song to him, and his flowing water slightly rippled and his earrings dropped.
She will be burned away and the smoke will be gone, and he will be stained with makeup over the passing years.