The light rain flows through the window with the wind,
The clear dew spreads across the sky in the morning.
Hearing the good news from Yulou,
Bai Yushuang stopped at Qionghua.
Lamenting a grievance or fate,
Eight hundred years of butterfly love with flowers in the world of mortals.
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My debut novel, please criticize me a lot! Lots of hits! Make a lot of noise!