The warm and gray fragrance melts into the sun forever. Ivy shows on the grape trellis. A group of birds fight with each other on the curved corner fence. After Qingming. The wind combs the willows in front of the pavilion.
The sunshine hairpin beam is about to slip away. Bamboo powder stains the sleeves along the steps. The face is as red as wine. He pondered for a long time. Last night was the right time to come.
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