Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.
At that time, I was still young and weak, and Qingqing had not yet reached the hairpin level. I'm waiting for you by the sparkling white embankment under the shade of thin willows.
At that time, her beauty was still delicate and pretty, and her brows and eyes were lively. Holding the green plum branches that are still raw in late summer, they slowly moved towards me with lotus steps.
That year, I had not yet found a prince, and my skin was as thick as snow. Red candles are picked at night, and the flowers multiply by themselves.
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