Red crisp hands, yellow vine 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 empty and thin, and the tears are stained by red silk and silk threads. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
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Don't give up. I specially downloaded it from Jinjiang. I really like this article.