Famous for being romantic, hold a cup of wine, and the fragrance fills your sleeves
Yuyu Tower is full of people smiling but still shy
The golden hairpin is still there, only the love is hidden in the white head
Half a page of beauty becomes a gift, and then I get tired of combing my hair
"Prisoner of Love" by Yin Lin has always been my favorite ancient song
This story came to mind when I first listened to it, but I didn't expect it to fit very well with the text of the song itself.
It's really hard to label articles. Many of them don't fit the style of the story.
I want to see the seven aunts and eight aunts going out and turning left, chattering to each other.