In Qiantang, Southern Qi, she is the brightest wound beside Xiling Bridge. The oil-walled incense cart rolled through the mist and rain, carrying peerless talent and pride, cruising among the powerful and the scribes. A heartfelt love affair with the famous son Ruan Yu was finally cut off by the secular world; he changed his hands to support Bao Ren, a poor man, in his righteous deeds, but buried his best friend behind him. The nineteen-year-old's soul has disappeared, and all he wants is to bury his bones among the lakes and mountains. She used the body of a firework to live up to a freer soul than a prince, and has been admired by later generations of literati such as Bai Juyi and Li He for thousands of years. This is not a record of the ups and downs of a famous prostitute, but a unique song about beauty, freedom and compassion in Jiangnan.
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The sound of oil-walled cars shattered the West Lake, and Su Xiaoxiao was moved by Qiantang. Love and hate are like smoke and eventually become a tomb, a tragic song that will be passed down through the ages.
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To the extreme, life is nothing more than three things: make a cup of tea, open a tomato, and click on Seymour to listen to more novels.
The sound of oil-walled cars shattered the West Lake, and Su Xiaoxiao was moved by Qiantang. Love and hate are like smoke and eventually become a tomb, a tragic song that will be passed down through the ages. This is the most comprehensive book about Su Xiaoxiao's story. Su Xiaoxiao is the founder of West Lake culture. It's great [Like][Like][Like]