Outside the Wall of Red Mansions

I haven't forgotten how we met in the past, my face was exposed I picked this flower this morning, its beauty has faded The final day is approaching and we are sad to see each other again. I miss my remaining life and lament that my life is poor. Smell the autumn wind in the wild mountains of Miyagi, and think about the condensed dew on the bald branches Even if an autumn insect bursts into tears, all the tears have not dried up during the long night Introduction: The handsome young man is picturesque, Jia Qiang. The story of several beauties in the Red Chamber.