He is a descendant of the royal family, but his eyebrows are like distant mountains. He is quiet and elegant, without any trace of worldliness. Wearing white clothes and standing in the magnificent palace, you don't feel out of place.
He is a man of martial arts, but his eyes are like peach blossoms, he is evil and evil, and he does not provoke an inch of Shura's hostility. The man in red robe and black collar stood on the long building with sparse shadows and was astonished by the heavens.
"Mo Bing, I'll wait for you in Luo City."
"Qiyu, I can't go back..."
"I found it! I finally found it!!"
"I found it, can you still see it?"
"Why does the willow tree turn green every year and the wind fills Luo City, but there is no answer..."
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No answer.
The ink is as green as jade, and the full moon lights up the mountains and rivers. The drizzle was falling in Luocheng. In the boat on the clear water, I poured a glass of sake and drank alone. I read your handwriting carefully, and every word was still lingering.
That single stroke of thought in the bamboo slip sings of eternal infatuation.