The rain hates the clouds, but Jiangnan is still called a beauty. Shuicun Fishing Market. A thin wisp of solitary smoke.
The sky is full of glory, and the journey is like a embroidery in the distance. Life events. At this time, stare. Who would rely on their own will?
From the bottom of my heart, I want to follow you; from the bottom of my heart, I want to keep you; from the bottom of my heart, I always love you.
You are the loneliest and coldest red lotus blooming among the three thousand white lotuses.
That year, I was picking lotus flowers in the river and accidentally discovered you. You are still so proud and unruly.
This year, I saw you blooming again, you have changed.
The previous unruliness, the previous innocence, the previous purity; replaced by indifference, loneliness and elegance.
You are always like a faint ink painting, nothing can compare to your words. You are so noble, and I, even in my noble status, am not worthy of you.
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Buried in my heart are the memories of you and me. It's a pity that I can never see your sincere smile again.
"Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, don't ask."
"Trail a wisp, the mist is misty. It's a pity to thank the grass for the fleeting time. Let the jade pot fall over."
"The water chestnut flowers are filled with dust and will be illuminated. I lean against the building and am speechless, feeling lost in ecstasy. The sky is dim and even the fragrant grasses are dim."
"The water is slightly cold, and the rain from the community is strong and the east wind is slow. New swallows are settling in their nests. The wet rain is passing through the flowers."