"As the sun sets outside the front door, I look forward to seeing Zidu. Her face is beautiful and her temples are full of beauty, and her fragrance has already filled the road.
Fragrance is caused by incense, but beauty does not dare to be in the hall. Heaven does not take away people's wishes, so it sends Nong to meet Lang.
Su Xi didn't comb her hair; her silk hair was covered on her shoulders. There is nothing pitiful about Wan Shenlang's lap.
Ever since Biehuan arrived, the funeral utensils have never been opened. My head is messy and I dare not take care of it, and my pink hair gives rise to yellow clothes. "
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