"I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out to be different. I was a young man traveling."
You come to my future, you give birth to me and I am already old.
When Shen returned with Yu, the frost and snow in Liangzhou drifted across Yumen Pass, which was thousands of miles away. He rode his horse back in one day.
Only three inches from the green front, the smoke was fierce, and the robes were rolled up. In just three years, Jinghua Street was completely different from before.
In the autumn rain, the sycamore leaves are rolling, and I see a frivolous young man.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
