Last night, the candles in the bridal chamber were lit all night, waiting for dawn to worship the parents-in-law. "Whispered to her husband, thrush make-up is very fashionable.
Song of Chang Gan
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy. I became your wife at the age of fourteen, and you are still ashamed. I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love. Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
Jasper breaks the melon, and the romance is reversed. Feeling lang is not ashamed of lang, and holding it as soon as you turn around.