The old fragrance and residual powder are like the original, and the human feelings are not as good as before. There are still many running scripts in spring, but the letters are even sparse in autumn.
The quilt is cold and the phoenix is cold, I am sleeping alone with a mandarin duck, and my sorrowful heart is waiting for wine to soothe me. Even if the dream soul exists, it will become empty, which is nothing compared to the dream.
--Yan Jidao
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