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The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor.
I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup. -Su Song Shi's "Haitang"
In February, Baling was windy, and the cold spring was not over.
Haitang blushed without hesitation and drizzled independently. -Song Chenyu Yi "Joan Hinton"
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin.
Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who always wipes crow marks in my heart in autumn.
Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night. -A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Qingxue Qin and Ode to Bai Haitang by Lin Daiyu.
When it rains, rouge disappears little by little, and the half-open season is the most enchanting.
Who has a golden house to hide jiao, lock the east wind to save jiao. -"Haitang" by Tang and Yao Xi
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin —— Song Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Last Night"
The east wind has faded and the makeup is full. Poor butterfly powder and bee mania.
From now on, I mean who said, a piece of Chun Qing Fu Haitang. -Yin Mingtang's "Haitang Beauty Map"