Bead curtain and wine hide people's pity
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I hope the curtains don't go away tonight
Hazy as if drunk among flowers
Chang'an Street is bustling with people.
The word "Li" on the old mansion has withered away in vermilion, the door is densely woven with cobwebs, and the rubble is broken. The Li Mansion, which was so powerful in the government yesterday, has ended up in such a dilapidated appearance. The woman with her face covered in black gauze pushed the wooden door gently, stepped in gently, reached out to pluck the cobwebs, and let out a long breath. Going around the corridor is the main room. When you push the door open, ceramic gravel is scattered on the floor. The hibiscus curtains of the old days are now in the autumn wind this morning, I murmured softly.
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