Fairy. Piaomiao
Su Xin asked to find the immortal, and the three-foot frost front turbulent the years. Peach blossoms fell in front of the court several times. Time flies by, my beauty is gone, and the blue sea asks the sky infatuatedly.
Who will miss you when the dusk fades? The bamboos in the empty valley are swaying and the flying kites are singing. The opposite shadow forms a double roller bead curtain. Appreciate the tea leaves and leave the spring swallows, wishing to fall into the world of mortals and not become an immortal.
