Gathering and separation are painful and hurried, and this hatred is endless.
This year's flowers are better than last year's. Unfortunately, next year's flowers are even better. Who do you know?
On the bank of the West Lake in Hangzhou, on the broken bridge, the remaining snow melted. White Snake and Xu Xian were filled with excitement, and the poignant love story was still lingering in Duan Ziqing's mind. However, looking forward to the bright future, what she looked out of the window was in the direction of the border city outside the northwest wall?