Yuji was shocked and left Linya.
At the beginning of the lantern, the smoke and sand dispersed
Fengjuanhua left behind a lot of words
The prosperity of the ending of love words
In my dream, I saw the thousand-year-old beautiful peach blossom again
The crocodiles float away from the branches, leaving concern in the sky
Cooking wine and getting drunk on the bamboo couch
Lying down and watching the beauty become a painting
How cool and unrestrained is it to pick up the lamp and wipe the sword?
The drizzle outside the window
Pipa, the soul master of plain hands
After a thousand years, a handful of yellow sand will finally condense
——Provided by friends from the radio drama club
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