The mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
He said that he would treat me half a life as a soldier, and he allowed you to talk about Sang Ma together; she promised that he would treat you half a life as a soldier, and she has become a deep palace as her home;
After seven years of joy and three years of pain, she finally entered the palace as a concubine.
There are too many people who are bound to her. If the mess can be untangled, it won't end like this.
It was raining and windy last night, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
Do you know, do you know? It should be green, red and thin.