In the courtyard, reminiscing about things, shengxiao and willow catkins are flying; in front of the bamboo window, chasing the moonlight, sisters swinging among the flowers. Yue, the wine party has been forgotten; Qin, the young heart was injured early. The song overflows the mountain stream, just like the three folds of the Yangguan, the mountains are high and the water is long.; Tears wet the shirt, and the Wu silk can't be cut, which makes Xiao Qiao look yellow...
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