Breaking the sorrow of separation, outside the screen window, the wind shakes the green bamboos. After the people leave, the sound of the flute has stopped. I am alone leaning against the building. My eyes are filled with the March dusk. When I raise my head, I can see thousands of green mountains. But try to send a piece of paper to the book and read it from the beginning.
The word lovesickness fills the space, and the lovesickness chapter, when will it be enough, dripping down the lapels, the tears are full of tears, the fragrant grass does not wander the travelers, the weeping poplars only hinder people's eyes, the most painful thing is that at dusk after the end of the moon, the railings are bent.
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