The small Xuan window, the shadow of flowers surrounding the wall, is still the old scene.
The moon is full of frost, which fades and washes away the leaden flowers, leaving a faint fragrance floating around.
Last year the flower appreciators didn't say anything, but this year they were late to appreciate the language of flowers, and it was too late to meet them.
Passionateness does not change its old color, it waits for the king year after year, how can it endure, the light and darkness change, and the difference lasts for years.
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