The wind blows through the willow embankment, the weeping willows send spring mud, the cherry blossoms fall, and the small butterflies fly, with intention. The spring breeze has been blowing for a while, the music of the piano is good, and the dreams are endless, and the dreams go with the cherry blossoms. Good dreams are often awakened, good scenes are empty, the sound of heaven is played by immortals, the sound fades, but the love remains. This feeling can be recalled, the heart is at a loss, the love is gone, and the sadness moves the world...
The wind blows and the clouds remain motionless, the cold stars reflect the eyes, and the people of the past disappear into the sky with a clever smile, feeling alone and melancholy, with their hearts hurt. The breeze blows through the cherry blossoms, the blue sky is long, the road is vast, and the blue eyes look down on the edge. Looking back, we look forward to supporting each other and holding hands together as before, but it took hundreds of years to achieve this, sleeping together on the same pillow and crossing the same boat. The golden window embroidered door looks enchanting, but the heart does not change, and we grow old together, both of which are good in the world.
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