Spring is coming to an end, and the orioles are getting older. The red eagles have all fallen, and the plum blossoms are all small. The painting hall is quiet and rainy, and the lingering fragrance is half-covered by the screen.
The secret agreement is deep and the love is gone.
The water chestnut flowers are full of dust and will be illuminated.
Leaning against the building, I am speechless and want to lose myself in ecstasy.
The sky is dim with fragrant grass.
Qin Jiang told himself to give up when he was sixteen years old. That year, Quan Zhilong was twenty years old.
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