The old articles I wrote in Red Sleeves a long time ago are a bit nondescript, so I'll read them out and group them together.
(Note: At that time, my pen name was Bishui Yiji)
?? Moonlight night, Xuanyan yellow. With her hairpin tied around her black silk hair, have you ever seen her feet crushing the night wind? The green shadow is faint and silent. One person misses another person, and this loneliness tells many unknown secrets. And I have been wandering where you left, hoping to meet someone again.
?? Die
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