In the ancient city of Nanjing, there was a teahouse on the corner of the street. There was a beautiful girl and a Taoist priest who always went there to listen to stories.
The old man telling the story could not see the beautiful girl...
[Those good old days are gradually hidden by the sun and stranded in the soft groove of memory. The silly girl who loved crazy in those days has already grown old. The beauty is on the swing under the sycamore tree, and the sound of horse hooves is filled with laughter at night like flowers. Hurrying through the floating clouds and flowing light, it is so far away.
[The story has no end.
When I woke up, the city of Nanjing had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Later, everyone said that it was such a pity that the beautiful girl named Lu Yuyuan committed suicide by swallowing gold on the wedding sedan.
In the miserable mist and rain of Jinling, there is always a low whimper, accompanied by the footsteps of suede pony boots. How many years have you been waiting for a beauty?
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