Xianyi Temple was crowded with guests, and the talented people sat together, waiting for Yu Xuanji's poems and prose to be taught.
Days and nights of carnivals and feasts reveal extravagance and chaos, with beautiful music and singing.
It doesn't matter whether it's charming or charming. The beautiful eyebrows and fragrant words chasing me all over the place could not hide the loneliness that penetrated my heart and bone.
The heart is like the Xianze Begonia that has failed. After it has failed, it is just a patch of red. It turns into ashes on the ground, but still has to be trampled on.
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