The dawn moon is falling, the clouds are faint, and I am speechless and sleep on my pillow frequently. Dreaming back to the fragrant grass, the sound of wild geese is rare in the distance. The cries of orioles are scattered, the remaining flowers are scattered, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Pian Hongxiu swept away Cong Yi, leaving the dancers to return.
Short romance stories for your own entertainment. If you have the chance to see it, I hope it will make you smile!
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