I like the soul-based old dream very much, it has a classical meaning

The flowers fall and the water flows, and the spring disappears without a trace

Only the intoxicating east wind is left everywhere

During the peach blossom season, the dewdrops drop on the sycamore trees

That is the deep love story of a deep boudoir

Youth will never be reunited once it is gone

Without a trace anywhere in the world

The swallows are flying and the butterflies are dancing, each flying to the west and east

The eyes are full of spring scenery and the heart is so sweet

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Youth will never be reunited once it is gone

Without a trace at the end of the world

Without any message, the pomegranate is red

But it is the old dream that haunted me last night

The recent blue and white porcelain is also good

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The plain embryo outlines the blue and white brush strokes that are thicker and lighter

The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup

The sandalwood slowly passes through the window and I understand your thoughts

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The pen is half written on the rice paper

The charm of the lady's picture rendered in glaze is hidden

And your beautiful smile is like a bud waiting to bloom

You A wisp of beauty drifts away to a place I can't go

The sky is blue waiting for the mist and rain, and I am waiting for you

The smoke from the kitchen is rising thousands of miles across the river

The Han Dynasty calligraphy on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just think that I am foreshadowing my meeting with you

The sky is blue and waiting for the mist and rain, and I am waiting for you

The moon The color was recovered and fainted.

Like the blue and white porcelain passed down from generation to generation, it is self-conscious and beautiful. Your eyes are smiling

The white and blue koi leaps out at the bottom of the bowl

< p>While copying the Song style inscription, I was thinking of you

The secret you have hidden in the kiln for thousands of years

Exquisitely like an embroidery needle falling to the ground

Bajiao outside the curtain The door knocker of the shower offended you

And I offended you when I passed by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River

In the splash-ink landscape painting, you were hidden from the depth of the ink

Azure Waiting for the smoke and rain, I'm waiting for you

The smoke from the kitchen rises thousands of miles across the river

The Han Dynasty calligraphy on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just think of it I foreshadowed my meeting with you

The sky is blue and waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you

The moonlight was salvaged and fainted, the ending

Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, looking after itself You are beautiful, your eyes are smiling