The red sky, blue shirts and snowflakes are fluttering at night, which can't cover the haze. Thin shadow, black hair, looks like a feather, quivers in the wind, looks shallow and dances painfully.
The sound of the flute is chaotic, the string is broken, and the people in the red chamber change again. Who doesn't hate being late? Spring water, eyes, how can you dance lightly, and finally a wisp of breeze will disperse.
Siam curtain, Tianzhu string, a little cinnabar dyed tears, lip powder smoke. Fei shadow fluttering, ChanJuan suddenly disappeared. Leaning lightly on the bamboo column, one look at the spring show breaks the world of mortals.