Luan birds and phoenixes are far away, the tigers and drums are playing, the luan is returning to the carriage, and the immortals are lined up like hemp. When the girl looks back, she is extremely beautiful, and the lotus steps are slow. But now in the luan mirror, the concubine's face has not changed. The emperor's heart has not changed. At this time, the feelings gradually become old, and the beautiful face in the luan mirror is frightened and secretly changed.
In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, and the lifelike butterfly was like a butterfly. He said that he was suitable for his ambition, but he didn't know the Zhou Dynasty.
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