On that spring day, the peach blossoms bloomed, so I took off the cloth strips from my eyes. The warm sunshine in the afternoon was lazy, and the fragrance of ink floated when he weighed the flowers and put them into an inkstone. He wrote "Qinchen" and "Qixue" respectively on the note, folded them and put them together in the sachet. "It is said that the fragrance of the daphne flower is the strongest. If the daphne flower does not disperse, you and I will never be separated." Buried under the manzhu and sandalwood. At this time, the flowers have withered and the green leaves are tender. The flowers and leaves will never see each other, and the sorrow of each other...
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Very wonderful writing ~ daily encouragement ing