The taste of the world is as thin as gauze in the past few years. Who makes the horse riders ride in Jinghua?
Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty
Low paper is laid diagonally and I am making grass. I play tea with fine breasts under the clear window.
Wear plain clothes and don't sigh in the wind and dust. It's still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival
"The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You
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Although I don't really understand it, my wife is so strong
Although I don't really understand it, my wife is so strong