Youth Travel·Qingmeng (Volume 1)
The cold moon is like water, and the face is like snow, dancing gracefully out of the old city.
When I heard it for the first time from afar, I kept thinking about it, sitting opposite each other and playing the sheng.
Asked in a low voice: Where is the way home? Cut and follow the breeze.
The cranes are chirping and the wind is high, it is better to go back, who knows there are few people walking!
Teenage Tour●Awakening from Meng (Volume 2)
This night, the heartbroken man walks alone, and the waning moon shines on his solitary shadow.
After parting ways, they were separated for several years, and they were famous for remembering their old appearance.
Burying the old years with firewood, rice, oil and salt is relatively speechless.
Ten years of smoke from cooking stoves are annihilated overnight, but there are so many emotions.
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