Ask for a poem of blue and white porcelain

The embryo outlines the peony depicted with a blue-and-white pen, just like your original makeup, Ran Ran Sandalwood. Through the window, I know that the pen on the rice paper has been put aside now, the charm drawn by the lady has been hidden, and your smiling smile is like a ray of your beauty floating to places where I can't go. I am waiting for you to smoke from the kitchen, and I am waiting for you to rise across the river thousands of miles. At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li is imitating the elegance of the previous dynasty. Just as I laid the groundwork for meeting you. Sky blue is waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for your moonlight to salvage dizziness. The ending is like blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation. You have beautiful eyes. Koi fish, smiling, glistening and blue-flowered, copied the style at the bottom of the bowl, thinking of you. The secret you've been hiding in the kiln for thousands of years is extremely subtle, just like the banana outside the embroidered needle curtain caused a shower, the knocker caused patina, and I passed by Jiangnan town and provoked you. In splash-ink landscape painting, you are hidden away from sky blue and other misty rain. And I'm waiting for you to smoke from the kitchen chimney, across the river, at the bottom of the bottle. Han Li imitated the elegance of the previous dynasty. Think of it as a rainy day when I met you. I am waiting for you to be salvaged in the moonlight. The ending is like blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation. You are beautiful, and your eyes are smiling.