If you ask Fuzhou, March is the most beautiful month. If you ask Fuzhou beauties, there are three thousand beauties, and March is the most beautiful month. When I met Yue Ling in March, I lost my body and my heart. I thought that from then on, the mandarin ducks would cross their necks and share life and death, and the lotuses would bloom and connect with each other. I'm afraid that the west wind will bring rain to the phoenix trees again, and the wind will sweep away all the red trees. It was expected that the west wind would send rain to the parasol trees, and the wind would sweep away the red flowers and grind them into dust. There was no news from Yue Ling for three months, but when news came...
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