Liu Yin is in love with Qing and is drunk with the wind and dust,
Straw clothes and broken bridges make you fall in love;
The painted boat is gently swayed to look at Zhilan,
The red beans are intoxicated and wash away the Jiangyun.
This little poem was made up by me, please don't scold me!
Originally, I was very ambitious and wanted to finish writing all the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai, but I really didn't have the ability to control it!
Later, I only planned to write about my favorite Liu Rushi, but I couldn't express the lingering feeling of death, and ended up with only a broken chapter.
Wow, people are also very sad!
A certain butterfly crawled away apologetically...
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