Qiu Lianqin

The fate of a spring rain, Mr. Brewing, Qingling Lady, the drug store daughter, the love-hate entanglement between the three... The rain hits the apricot blossoms and they fly away, and the drunken geese cannot come back. I don't know that I am a guest in the dream. I invite you to drink wine without stopping. The heart is broken and the sadness is hard to suppress, and the sorrow and sorrow turn the heart into ashes. The clouds are falling and the rain is falling, the sky is vast and far away, and the frost on my wrist is leaning against the plum blossoms.