Backlight Liangcheng·Produced to urge the flowers, the flower slave drum has not stopped yet, and when I wake up from the wine, I can see the residual red dance. The powdery fragrance looks away but the moon is empty. The moon is also different at that time, and the hair on the temples is shining miserably. I sleep on my pillow for several autumns, and the toad sings his string early. Complete introduction: "When my black hair reaches my waist, will it be okay for a young man to marry me? If your green silk hair is straight, will I be able to spread ten miles of red makeup? But I am afraid that my long hair will reach my waist, and the boy will fall in love with others. When your green silk hair is straight, I will smile to see you pregnant with her." Before the flowers were stopped, the flower slave played the drum, and when he woke up from the wine, he saw the residual red dance. The wind and rain are blowing for a few days, and it is even more painful to live away from others. The flower slave drum has not stopped to urge the flowers, but when I wake up from the drunkenness, I can already see the remaining red dancing. I couldn't bear to cover the rest of my wine glass, and cried several times in the face of the wind. The powdery fragrance looks away but the moon is empty. The moon is also different at that time, and the hair on the temples is shining miserably. The powdery fragrance looks away but the moon is empty. The moon is also different at that time, and the hair on the temples is shining miserably. I sleep on my pillow for several autumns, and the toad sings his string early. I couldn't bear to cover the rest of my wine glass, and cried several times in the face of the wind. The cold night was frightening and the quilt was thin, and the tears and lantern flowers fell. Everywhere is sad, the light dust is in Yuqin. Another deception, taking her...
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