I still remember that time, dancing in the palace, playing drums, harps and sheng, and colorful sleeves, which complemented the young man's unparalleled elegance.
I still remember that time, in Prince Long's Mansion, he smiled charmingly, his dancing clothes fluttered, and he had that young man's face that would make the country proud.
I still remember that time, outside Zhumen, he forced a smile, his eyes were filled with water, and he expressed his deep affection to the young man.
I still remember that time, on the high platform, half decorated with cinnabar, with a lingering smile, saying that the young man was cold and dejected.
I still remember a young man with skin like gelatin, eyes like stars, red lips and white teeth, and a smile like flowers.
I still remember that young man and the glitzy and prosperous days of his youth that he has never left.
Half a bottle of sake, the damaged thing is gone.
The old fragrance is gone for ten miles, but the sadness is no longer there.
This is a medium-length article, so I won't post it too quickly. I've left some chapters in the past, so I'll apply to delete them.