One: The young man is in love with his girlfriend, and they are in love all night long under the brocade tent. Xingpo came to the hotel without knowing it, and the crazy soul was suspected of entering the fairy boat. The blush is stained by rouge and sweat, and the white face is stained by powder and black oil. I can't sleep, the rooster's cries break the dawn.
Two: Fighting against the gums, the two bodies merge into one and secretly grind. Butterflies pluck flowers and play with them, sucking the pith of flowers, while honey-loving bees hide in their honey nests. The powdery sweat in the body is dry and wet, and it still rises on the pillow after removing it. The joy of this connection is incomparable, and it is the first in the romantic field.
Three: In the plum blossom tent, everyone smiles and obeys each other, but happiness and joy cannot be overcome by repeated setbacks. Baimei's spring soul is in chaos, and all the bones collected in front of the three peaks are melting. Love surpasses the Yunmeng of the Chu Dynasty, and happiness surpasses the traces of ice and dawn. When the love is unwilling to be separated, the sound of chickens sings the five o'clock.
Four: Erba is a charming and beautiful girl, and she is generous with her charm on the roadside. The heart of the flower is soft and contains dew in spring, and the willow bones hide the night-blooming orioles. There are clouds on the pillow and I feel sleepy. In my dream, butterflies are criss-crossing. It is convenient to rely on the heaven to borrow people, and the jade dew is cool six or seven times.
Five: My body is wet with fragrant sweat, and bursts of spring breeze penetrate the jade pot. The joyful place is clear and the sword is ready, and the Zhejiang machine is flowing away. Pushing the pillow on the mattress is like being drunk, and fighting for a drink after drinking seems like nothing. All the extravagance was gone, and Wen Jun looked as thin as ever.