The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMW cars fills the road, and the sound of phoenix flute...
The low words suddenly brought back Shen Chengzhi's memory: At that time, he was not the young prince. Like most dandy boys, he always liked to be arty with a folding fan. On the night of New Year's Eve, while drinking and discussing poetry with a group of friends, Liu Moxun, dressed in white, smiled and passed by with a warm and gentle voice. Shen Chengzhi raised his head and glanced, and at this glance, he fell. At this point, there is no recovery.
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