The spring rain is gentle, the willow silk is long, the sound is leaking outside the flowers, dancing under the moonlight, drunk and hazy, and my heart is with you. The golden partridge is painted on the screen, and the lotus flowers are beautiful. It is known that I miss you every day, and my eyes are filled with tears. The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, lingering in Xiejiachi Pavilion. The red candle is on the back, the embroidered curtain is hanging down, this feeling still has no regrets.
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