The moon is ruthless, but Qiongzhi has the intention to disturb the pure heart;
The ground is covered with frost, and only then can I hear the sound of autumn leaves in the wind, and the cry of cicadas;
Before I wake up from the wine, I dream of returning to the beautiful buildings and jade buildings, all of which are in ruins;
Green Qi plays, the spring breeze is proud of that year, the waterside pavilions and terraces;
The night is still young, I don't know how cool the spring breeze is, and the fireworks are easily cold;
If you don't see it, who knows that the lights are dim and the lights are silent;
Sakura blows snow, smiles and sighs, forgetting everything;
The ripples are deep, the sword is short and the fragrance of lotus root is clear, and the lonely soul is divided into three parts;
In the end, the fate is that Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror has no stand.
The author yearns for a serious drama, but due to his helpless personality, he often complains and complains, which destroys his image. If he can bear it, let's have fun together. If he can't bear it, click the red cross on the upper right. I admire this~