Hanya Feihua

Half a bank of flowers and rain. Feeling helpless about Fangchen's entertainment. The spring scenery is worthy of description, and the dust is colorful and purple. The cuckoo promotes the time of return, the warbler collects its sycophantic tongue, and the swallow leaves behind people's words. The red medicine is wrapped around the fence, and the youth is left alone. I really hate killing Dongfeng. After several times, it is not as painful as it is now. All the pleasures and pleasures are gone, and suddenly I see flying books and feathers. Lakes and lakes smoke, peaks south and peaks north, always hurt. The willow trees in Xintang are still singing and dancing with their small waists. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.