"Rain Lin Bell" Liu Yong
The cicadas are chilling, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no thread in the independent school. Lanzhou urges her to leave when she is nostalgic. She holds hands and looks into each other's tearful eyes. She is speechless and chokes. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more so, they can't bear to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank is full of dawn wind and moon. After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery should have been just in vain, but even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell me.
That day, that rain, affected so many emotions...
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