Poetry describing the red thread

My eyes looked at the moon and held a red thread

The red thread was dyed redr than the blue

When the yellow scroll met at the beginning. Later, the red line followed.

Here we go to stay together for a long time, and the pomegranate flowers are infinitely fragrant in the wind

Pink tears are dripping with red threads

Begging for An Ren to sweep away the frost on the temples.

There is no need for a small machine with a red thread

The lonely girl with a golden needle and a red thread blows the jade flute in vain and blows off the moon in the Qinlou