Bo Qinglian Gl

Raising the sword across the sky, covering the sky in a mad ravine and clear mist - in fact, his martial arts is not that good; He lifted the gourd with a smile, and looked at the present and the past with his drunken eyes - in fact, he was not that broad-minded; Cover back and relax, the rivers and lakes are not afraid of the waves in the sky - in fact, they don't have such high ambitions; I beg you in the flowers and water, and you will smile in front of me - it seems like a good sentiment, but there is no such thing; The sweet-scented osmanthus is deliberately flying around and attacking people's skirts - it sounds elegant but has no taste; The country is like this, and Qinglian's heart is willing to die - there is only infatuation, and there is nothing else to think about in this life. This article is not a scam. People are like clouds entering the river, and love is like reed flowers rising. The rivers and lakes are not afraid of the distance, come back and come back.