The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants,
The pistils are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Everyone has a wish in his heart. You wish to live forever, and I wish to stay together. People without memories always have an empty heart, and happiness is often mixed with sadness. Qingyuan has been pursuing, has been pursuing the bottomless pit in his heart, until he met her, met Qingwu who can dance? Is she the secret in his black hole?