There is a story falling in a dream, and the writing pen is full of bookishness.
The golden wind and jade dew in the poem are better than countless in the human world, while the fireworks outside the poem are blurred in the world.
Why bother counting the length of the stars and rivers? Looking back at you in the dim light.
I hope you hold a fan in front of your door and smile at me. Every drop of pen and ink is paid lightly.
It is said that if love lasts, there is no need to worry about morning and evening. I read the lanterns and the fragrance is endless, just like reading your scene.
Fandom series of frolicking in the rivers and lakes~~~
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