She has bright eyes like water, picks up a smiling flower, and smiles at the prosperity of the world
He is as handsome as a star, carrying a sword of love that cannot cut off all the grudges in the world of mortals.
She has a bit of cinnabar between her brows, a broken plum blossom stained with blood, and her red dress has been washed away.
He, with a few green lotuses on his arm, played a Xizhou song, wandering in the rain and snow in green clothes
That year, she was unparalleled in her magnificence. That year, his white clothes beat the snow, the rivers and lakes, grievances, love and hate. Many years later, he looked up at the heavy snow falling on Xue Ming Mountain. His eyes were full of vicissitudes, but he could still recall the scene of her dancing among the plum blossoms with a smile on her face. Many years later, she quietly gazed at the blooming iris on the Love Cliff. In a trance, he could still see the woman holding a purple oil-paper umbrella independently in the misty rain.
Another year, the misty rivers and lakes are stained with a lot of sadness...
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