Description

Snow forms peaks, fragrance forms dew, like twin pearls. I imagine the first touch of a fragrant bun, its gradual rise, the frequent tying of red socks, seemingly present yet absent. Bean-like hair is hard to describe, chicken-like hair is incomparable. Autumn water is like a goddess, white jade skin, do you still know it? Asking what this means is like, it can be likened to enlightenment. The unbuttoned part of the silk dress is worth picturing, two points of grace are truly the most charming, like the edge of a flower stamen, slightly evenly woven with tortoiseshell, atop a jade mountain, delicately adorned with coral. After bathing, I cover myself first, afraid my skirt will slip off. Standing with my back silvery red, panting, I haven't woken up yet. Who can enjoy this? Remember when Ah Hou was asleep, calling my love.