Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, happiness is thin, and I am full of melancholy. I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
Ming is worried, Jiang is like a maid, worrying about everything for the Lord. She sealed her heart away from love, and after seeing Yiru's feelings, she decided that feelings were something she couldn't touch. But it was God's trick, but there were only a few people who loved her. She was overwhelmed by the abundance of true feelings.
It is rare for you to see you worry when you are young.
With you always by your side, you will enjoy the spring breeze every day.
It's a pity that people are always there, and the shadows of flowers intoxicate the heart.
It's hard to forget each other, the water ripples guard the palace pupils.
The loneliness is invisible, but it can be seen that the heart is cold.
When asked about the Qingmen opera, Zhaojun fell in love with the wild goose.
Many years of hard work have turned into butterflies.
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