Plain white jade embryo, like your plain face, is naturally carved, and clear water produces hibiscus. The dark blue peony outlined in front of the sideways looks like a smile when looking back, and it is as subtle and beautiful as a budding bud.
The bottle is colored, just like when you first installed it. The elegant and dense atmosphere is like a mist, and the hovering sandalwood rising in Ran Ran makes me have infinite reverie. Outside the window, there are my silent and blurred eyes, and inside the window, I think about this innocent woman.
Dark blue hair tightens my thoughts, and dark blue clothes outline the charm.
April is misty and rainy, and Jiangnan is sad. Curling smoke, misty drizzle, hazy and graceful beauty, thousands of miles of river wind, charming face, this beauty drifted away with the river wind and went to places I couldn't go.
It's drizzling and the breeze is rustling. Who waited by the kiln for thousands of years? Your skirt flutters vaguely, and the slender jade hand slightly raised seems to want to encircle the same peerless blue and white plain porcelain. You are like a dusty eyebrow in a distant mountain, and you are like a lonely and mysterious moon palace.
Green mountains and clear waters, the twilight is boundless. The dark blue peony is elegant with clear water, like a watch across the bank. The jade butterfly that has changed with the wind is still blocked by thousands of feelings and still meets endlessly.
Ghosts return, turn this blue and white porcelain, and the back is actually a classic traditional maid picture. Natural and magnificent, lovely, swaying gracefully in the breeze. Simple quilt
Ignoring the original ancient official script at the bottom of the bottle, it is like a horse, showing charm and elegance. That deja vu signature reminds me of the meeting in the rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River.
It is also a dark blue oiled paper umbrella, which slightly covers the face. Through the gentle rain, I saw your beautiful and quiet smile, and I hid my joy in my heart.
Blue carvings set off the blue sky, and showers were falling. I leaned against the small building in the south of the Yangtze River and had a drink against the blue sky. Qian Fan is over and the river is very long. The loneliness and melancholy in my heart turned into a glass of light wine, and two lines of clear tears.
Look up and ask the sky: will I meet you again when I pass by Jiangnan town?
A pen, two glasses of wine, three lines of poetry, a thousand tears and ten thousand kinds of tenderness. Plain jade embryo, blue and white porcelain, full of water, dancing in full swing, skirts flying.