Please tell me the lyrics of blue and white porcelain.

Embryo outlines the peony depicted by the blue-and-white pen, like your first makeup, Ran Ran sandalwood. Through the window, I know that the pen on the rice paper has been shelved for half of the over-the-glaze color rendering, and the charm of the figure of a lady has faded, while your smiling smile is like a wisp of your beauty drifting where I can't go. I'm waiting for you to smoke and I'm waiting for you to smoke and cross the river thousands of miles. At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li is imitating the elegance of the previous dynasty. The secret you have hidden in the kiln for thousands of years is extremely subtle, just like the banana outside the embroidery needle landing curtain provoked the shower door knocker and the patina, and I passed by Jiangnan town and provoked you. In splash-ink landscape painting, you are hidden in the depths of ink.