On a machine, there are bamboo shadows in Huaxi and green silk catkins, and the whispers among the fragrance of hibiscus. When the trees are not crying, there is a sense of harmony in the sky, and the young phoenix goes with the wind.

Two cameras, Begonia is blooming in the bright sun, wearing a red dress to catch the spring rain. I came here slowly, looked at the water and the moon in the distance, and sighed without any emotion.

Three machines, the morning bell on the handle sounds like an oath, but the heartfelt words on the bridge. The beauty is so delicate and the meaning is so dense that it makes me cry in my sleep.

Four machines, light waves and shadows leaning on each other, murmuring and fish knowing. Only then did I know Yiqu, my mind was already obsessed with it, and I dared to listen to the sound of the flute.

With five machines, the flowers in the small building have lips as sweet as honey, and the pigeons are angry and trembling. Long and long, as precious as uncut jade, only afraid of being destroyed by the devil.

Six planes, an oil umbrella carries you out in the rain, and the child is mute and affectionate. Sons and daughters, gentlemen and beautiful girls, can be left standing by others at will.

Seven Zhangji, the cold wind of autumn leaves the branches and leaves, things are different and people are drifting away. I had no sleep for a long night, drinking wine to ask the sky, and sighing when we were together and separated.

Eight machines, smoke and clouds, the time passes by, and the heart is as fragrant as yesterday. Baisheng Changan, boating in the fishing village, tears shed on the jade water embankment.

Nine-card machines. The floating life is like a dream, who am I? The fleeting years are like water, illusion and reality. Love is deep and self-aware, but love is hard to let go. How can you take pleasure in it?