When spring comes, I miss you but don't see you. I admire the begonia flowers alone.
What was summer like? Playing the flute moved Lan's heart.
The fallen leaves are not heartless, they just hate to be blown away by the autumn wind.
The cold winter invites you to enjoy the moon together, but the white snow will never be seen again.
The fate of the four sons of Ningcheng is unclear in a book.
It will draw lessons from the history of the Republic of China, but the background is fictitious. Everything in this article has nothing to do with real history.
Intention: Love will never fade in the long river of time