Zheng Jia has a daughter who has just grown up. Light is really a fairy.
The king came to the house to take part in the beauty contest, and he comforted me with gentle words.
Soft hands and smart meniscus eyebrows, long legs like bells.
It's really hard to find true beauty by sticking your face on it.
Beauty leads to amorous species, and women are delicate.
Self-care for thousands of Buddhas, and a scholar who is a confidant will win.