1. It was a wet spring night, and the fog on the hills of Hong Kong was the most famous. Liang's white house was sticky and melted in the white fog, and only the lights in the green glass window were swaying, green and faint, like ice cubes in mint wine.

2. If Hunan and Guangdong beauties are sweet and sour spareribs, Shanghai women are steamed meat.

3. As Wei Long walked eastward, the moon became whiter and brighter, just like Bai Fenghuang with plump breasts, who lived at the corner of the road and made a nest at the fork of a tree.

4. On the dark and gloomy hillside, the black wind rolled the white and spicy rain, like a torrent, squeezing the rain into a ball with big wheels and rolling like a white hydrangea under the light of the car.

Her fan is tilted, and several golden rays of sunshine are screened in the fan, brushing her mouth, like a tiger cat's beard, trembling and flying.