In the early autumn four years ago, I casually glanced at it, and my heart was lightly stained with the pure white frost color of Jianjia.
Swaying reeds, tranquil waters.
Then, remember it for the rest of your life.
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Back then, beauties were like jade and passers-by were like clouds.
Painted boats with heavy towers, slanting hairpins and dancing clothes, hanging curtains and light curtains, and orchestral strings of silk and bamboo. Writing and ink, playing chess and painting, playing the piano, smiling cleverly, serving tea, accompanying wine... A temporary makeup can earn a lot of gold and silver.
There were numerous figures around her, but only the shadow of his death remained clear until his death.
The eyes are full of rivers and mountains, and thoughts are far away. There is no pity for anyone in front of me.
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Before he died, he wrote his last message to her on a paper kite. He has never been so afraid that his death will prevent the infatuated early spring branches from blooming again.
He so hoped that the boy in white was gone and the bright peach had not withered, so that after he died, he would still remember the smile on her lips.
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Fate is to pursue the undead love and bid farewell to the dead lover.
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