Butterfly love flower
The dew color crosses the river, the willows are smoky and green, and the crape myrtle in September makes me drunk alone in the stranger. The gentle breeze has swept away the scent of autumn flowers, has the string of the heavy building been cut off at dawn?
The sound of the wild goose crows in pieces, and the eyebrows are furrowed, but they are the tears of a lover. The white-haired and red-faced people have no regrets in the end, and they once hugged each other in green clothes and green sleeves.
The water is as clear as the willows, and the people are as light as the chrysanthemums. The calm place is like a clear spring entering the throat, clear, gentle, and sweet; the moving place is like big waves rushing through the sand, neat, clean, and flying. Originally a tender woman as beautiful as the gorgeous apricot blossoms in February and as clear as the fine lotus in May, she was forced by the situation to transform into a man and go about business. With his weak shoulders, he supported the tangled business of the Shui family, and he became a calm, smart, and skillful businessman, traveling between various countries for many years.
What kind of charming man will Shui Qingyang meet during her teenage years like flowers and willows? What kind of mystery will he be trapped in? Surrounded by intrigues, wandering among mountains and rivers, lingering in love, hatred, and resentment, whether you leave or go, it's just like "the wind blows and wrinkles a pool of autumn water, what do you do to me? What do you do to me!"
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Ten years of changing to modern white writing
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