The winter snow has melted away, and the breeze blows frequently in the south of the Yangtze River. It is the time of spring sleepiness. When I wake up, the streets and alleys are covered with peach blossoms at the end of the wall. When they enter the attic window, a spring bird comes and chirps. The blue-white sky was covered with a layer of mist, and the woman appeared in the mist. Her skirt moved slightly, her face was beautiful, and she was decorated with pink rouge. She leaned on the railing, her jade fingers flicked her pipa, and amid the crowds of people, she lightly opened her red lips and sang an old song. She sighed that the Jiangnan was in trouble for a long time, and the person she wanted to wait for had not yet come.
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