Moist as jade, white as water. Most of them are lovesick tears. I'm afraid I can't wait to eat the tea and rice in front of me. I hate worrying about filling my stomach.
The green hills are separated from each other, the sparse forest is not beautiful, and the light smoke covers each other at dusk. The ancient sunset road is silent, and the autumn wind listens to Ma Si.
Yingying and Zhang Sheng talk about poetry.
Zhang Shengyue:
Moonlight melts the night,
In spring, the flowers are silent.
How to find hope,
There is no one on the moon.
Yingying is right:
Gui Lan was lonely for a long time,
I can't count on it,
Those who are expected to sing,
Pity and sigh.