In the cold winter of that year, I met Mr. Wen at Chatu Mountain. It was snowing heavily and the wind was cold...
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"Your Highness, please grant me your wishes."
[The warm wind picks up the plum blossoms and reminds me of the gods, and the love of the clouds reaches Taoliuqing]
Thousands of red damask trees are only for the happiness of one person.
Intention: Stick to each other and never leave.