Recalling Tonghua Lane in spring, the poems and words, the guests in the morning and evening plays, are true in every scene. What I care about and pursue is just a close friend. In the vast fog, you are the only one who has a hard time! If there is an intimate person who can be a village man in the mountains and behave like a gentleman, why not take a trip...
Ten miles of spring grace. The long Jiangnan Road.
Morning flowers are easy to thank but hard to see. Dreams are beautiful and I can go there.
The play has begun, please meet me.
"I forgot about the Acacia Pavilion, but I called it the Wangyue Pavilion. I didn't remember that the red fruit is also called the Lianli Guo, which means to be married together. I will pass away in your arms... There will be no tears in your eyes, and your heart will be mourned. You will die. I found a fairy tree in the world, a bamboo garden and orchids."
The first time we met, I called you "Sir".
? Later, throw plum blossoms into your arms. You don't care about the cold water of the stream, just to catch fish and make me smile.
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But beauty and white bones, withered and prosperous.
Intention: do it and cherish it.