The clouds pass over the green Wanwan
Beijing is a dream, people come and go
The palace is inherently cold, and Prince Wang and Sun are both true and false. But she didn't know, and she didn't want to know. There is a song about butterflies falling in love with flowers:
With picturesque eyebrows and a green shirt, he plays with fine strings and is famous throughout Kyoto. I just sighed that I was out of the flowers, and it was hard to live like a white apple.
The love between the two lives has nothing to hold on to, the song ends and the people part ways, the sea changes and the land changes. A pool of clear water sways the soul, and two lines of clear tears help the sky.
Those women rise and fall in the world, dancing between men's fingers. None of them could escape Yan Wei's sorrow and Zhu Yan's tears:
You abandon beauties and weep for beauties. Why do you need to point to three thousand beauties? Their skin is like gelatin and their tears turn into beads. From now on, you will not mention it again.
The flower face is lonely and cold, and the palace flower is lonely and red.
Step by step, there are no tears, and gradually there is no book.
When the clouds clear and the wind clears, can they forget about it with a smile?
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