The wind is warm and the moon is shadowed by the bamboo curtains, stirring the spring heart and blowing the willow strings, dancing among the flowers is like a drunk immortal.
The clothes are graceful, half happy and half resentful.
The cup is drunk and the love is lingering, the night is dim and the mist is filled with smoke, and the beautiful shadow is graceful and pity.
wants to hold each other, half of them are panicked and half are shy.
Half of them. The youthful love
The sound of books is bright and clear in my ears, and the wind sends flowers to the flower paper flying over my shoulders, and suddenly I heard a few people secretly stolen words.
wants to make a big deal, half of it is ostentatious and half of it is covered.
gaze and eager to read the long article, the hot love poem is ashamed of the pink face, and the heart is touching the young man.
is drunk and cheerful, half floating and half dazzling.
Half of them. Lovesickness lingers around the fingers
illuminates the boudoir by the window, flying needles and trays of lovesickness linger on the long fingers.
is flying, half lingering and half rippling.
The frown is shallow and the orchid bed is lying on the orchid bed, the candle shadows are floating and the bamboo wall, and the handsome man that year is gone.
I feel confused, half sad and half confused.
Half. Meng Junhuai
The window is bright and the moon reflects the dressing table, the starlight is made up of purple hairpin, and the bluestone steps are drunk among the flowers.
Dream Junwen, half missing and half love.
Walking alone on the railing, listening to the flowers blooming, the night is blurry and the guest guesses, and quietly dyeing his cheeks with pink in front of the mirror.
I remember your feelings, half of them are coquettish and half are waiting.
