Going back and forth, the road in front of the door is miserable. Walking and walking, I still have feelings after tossing and turning. Looking back affectionately, I saw a willow tree in front of my window. To the north of the willow tree was a tall building with a beaded curtain half hooked. Yesterday I was the girl upstairs, watching the parrot under the curtain; now I am the person outside the wall, with red tears staining the scarf. The distance between the outside of the wall and the building above is not even ten feet; why are they so close together as if they are separated by thousands of mountains? It's so sad that we have to decide, and we will never see each other again. Don't wander around in the sky, who wants to cry out in mourning! I was so distraught that I decided to throw myself back. The skirt of Hunan's skirt is torn with my hands, and I send the manuscript anvil with tears. A foot of poor silk, every word is stained with blood. Every word is sour, and old love touches people's hearts. The king is like taking over the water, and the concubine is willing to punish her with a whip. Otherwise, in front of the king of death, you will eventually win and give up your life. There is no other word for death, I wish to be buried in your homeland. Even if the heartbroken flower turns into a flower, it will still give birth to the king's family.
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