When my hair reaches my waist, it would be nice for a wizard to marry me.
Mengyao has always been in love with her, but she didn't expect the tower to be overcast.
The cold drunken smoke wave consciousness, the clear sky and the first cold rain.
Three thousand black hairs hang down, and the night is warm, guarding the empty room alone.
In order to spread his wings freely, the cage will eventually be burned by fire.
Resolutely long hair is broken, regret is on the brow.
When your hair reaches your waist, you will be young and not old.
Yesterday's oriole's cry was still in my ears, it was mellow and enchanting.
The lakes and mountains are bright, and the streams and springs are green and green.
Sixteen years are just the right time, I wish you could live this life without any worries.
Tianpoyun shocked the king and returned, his heart was cold and tears fell from his eyes.
I will cut off your hair with my own hands, and I will not wear the same robe as your son.
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