The reincarnation of the human world is mostly idle,
The warm-up body of my previous life,
I have neglected you in this life
___Excerpted from Zhang Zi's Selected Poems
A cinnabar inkstone, the man in a century-old dream.
An extra line of complaint in a poetry assignment.
Tanhualang, who sees flowers in Chang'an all day long in his dreams every night.
The blood and tears splashing on the execution ground and the executioner's triangular eyes hanging behind him.
Since getting the cinnabar inkstone, Yan Shiyu has been haunted by evil spirits and cannot sleep peacefully.
The paranoid and voluptuous ghost visits the flowers and attacks the flowers of the indifferent Gaoling.
Weibo@over thousands of mountains
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