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The butterfly on the drawing paper, the wings spreading the dream shadow, the flowing water gurgling, your smiling face, the piano sound sealed for thousands of years, the ancient rhyme and the graceful curtains, have spun into my long-term state of mind.
Purple sachets and fragrant flower curtains roll up the west wind, looking back like water, smiling, the faint silhouette of Zhu's window, graceful sand and tender ileum, beautiful for thousands of years!
Quietly holding a jasper fan, white clothes fluttering like a fairy, sleeves coiled, clothes scattered and dancing fragrant. Jade skin is like snow, lotus feet are graceful, and the moon shadow is quiet.
Dream back to Xu, eyebrows rippling, wearing a simple and elegant skirt, reflecting the dream of blooming flowers in memory. In the dream, by boat, the flowers are soft, listening to the trickle, smelling the flowers, and watching the breeze in the morning and evening and on a snowy night. ...
The golden hairpin sells wine, and the phoenix has fog. It's like a fairy coming down to earth, dressed smartly. Mountains and rivers do not change Qin, jade ancient and modern. Fingers touch the piano, and the sound of the piano is pleasant. The starlight and moon shadow at the fingertips on summer nights are like the morning breeze and rain that have been circulating for two thousand years. Xiao Shuang is lonely in the middle of the pavilion.
Pear blossoms fly and the moonlight is beautiful. Looking back, I smiled, and the weak silhouette was full of cotton and yiyi. A touch of the bright moon in the ink brocade has made you peaceful and quiet, you are free and easy, your breath is faint, and you are tired of windows in this clear bright moon. In ancient paintings, people are at a loss.