The ice and snow serve as muscles and jade as bones, and the eyebrows and spring mountains are half full of sorrow. The smoke and clouds of Beijing have been gazed at for a long time, and pearls and tears flowed in blue waves. We met in Liu Mo for the first time in spring, and our lotus steps moved lightly and we spoke shyly. Clouds and rain are rising in the red gauze tent, and the breeze is blowing in the hutch. Cooking tea with your own hands is a masterpiece of immortality. How can you not have red sleeves to accompany your fragrance? Thousands of years of karma have arisen, and three lives are determined on the Three Lives Stone. But the lingering love is short-lived, and the rain and wind fill the building just outside the window. The oaths made by each other are worthless and will last forever. Xiaoman is so miserable that he looks into Nishang and performs the stunning dance for you again. Since then, we have become strangers in the world of mortals, and it is difficult to see each other in heaven and on earth!
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