Whether it is now or a thousand years ago,
Elegance is the only beauty that does not fade,
You don't have to be amazing, but you have to live exquisitely,
Knowing how to live is the highest state of a woman's life.
Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has a moon, summer has a cool breeze and winter has snow,
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons have their own unique scenery,
And the ancient woman who lived gracefully in accordance with the seasons,
It also reveals a natural beauty from the inside out.
A raised hand, a brush of hair, a glance back, a shallow smile,
There is an unparalleled beauty and style...
In the first month, the cold night looks for plums
There was a plum tree in front of the White Jade Hall, and several flowers bloomed suddenly in this dynasty.
In February, the qu pond swayed
Tao Li Yi Chun darkness, who was on the swing, laughing and whispering.
In March, the pavilion played against each other
The two sides sat facing each other without words, and they heard the sound of the sun all day.
In April, the garden flowers are watched
Willow into a golden spike of grass like a yin, carrying wine to find flowers to enjoy the spring.
In May, the pond pavilion enjoys fish
The square pond is like a green dissolved, and the koi fish swim in the waves.
In June, lotuses were collected in Hetang
The lotus dress is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens to the sides of the face.
In July, Tong Yin begged
Beggar double moth plus Italian painting, jade hook obliquely hanging southwest.
In August, Qiongtai admires the moon
Tonight the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose house autumn will fall.
In September, late autumn chrysanthemums
Seek to become a small meeting in the world, and try to put the golden chrysanthemum bush.
October Bunko embroidery
The shadow curtain is on the embroidery screen, and the Mandarin duck weaves for fear of needle stops.
Winter Moon Irori Bogu
Drink the wine from the hearth, and you must take care of each other in the spring.
Waxing moon, stepping on the snow in search of poetry
When the six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboo change into branches.