At that time, it was the most prosperous time. In the city of Xijing, on the Pingling River, there was a pot of sake and three liang of side dishes.
At that time, Guangning was there, Qingzhi was there, the flute players on the river tower were there, and the screen painters in the flower boats were also there. The spring breeze blew across the river bank, and the stars swayed quietly.
The trees in the garden are still green, and my old friend is well now
Tracing the light all the way, searching for the lost sound and appearance
Who is thinking about the long way?
The initial idea is from: Finale's lyrics of "The Flowers on Moshang", which I always recommend to Sister Lou.
The male protagonist and the female protagonist suffer from secondary disease in the early stages, persecutory paranoia, scheming bitches throughout the whole process, and all kinds of subtitles