Under the only pear tree, there was a man picking mulberries alone around the fence. Two or three bamboo houses, a pear tree, and an elegant young man. The climate here is mild and flowers bloom twice a year. According to the villagers at the foot of the mountain, the man often sat by the tombstone under the tree for the whole day. No one knew where he came from. Seeing him like this, they could only say in their hearts, "Idiot."
If an "old friend" comes to pay his respects, he will definitely recognize him as Song Xia, Emperor Zhao of the Zhou Kingdom. The wind blows the flowers, and the flowers dance all over the sky. He stretched out his hand and grasped it, unfolding it. There was nothing, but he still couldn't grasp it. The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
The young master of those days took off his splendid clothes. Now I will grow old with a pear tree. When the flowers were blooming, he would often look at the trees full of pear flowers and murmur two words, "Pear Luo."
Now that the flowers have bloomed, why haven't you come back yet? The flowers are blooming on the street, you can return home slowly.
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The temple was high in the hall, so she couldn't see him, but he was sitting at the end. Even though she couldn't see it, all he saw was her.
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The woman who was betrayed and fell into the dust of the world has become cold-hearted and cold-hearted. She has been secretly in love with Bai Yueguang since childhood and finally turned around and became the emperor's infatuated hostage.
Note: This article is not long. Well, that's it.
Intention: People should live more soberly.