The sound of Hujia floats leisurely, bringing back memories from the past. . . . The sun sets on the grassland, and the first promise is echoing in my ears.
"Tana Sgrambegi will be the most noble woman in my Mongolian Kingdom!"
The prophecy at birth determined the fate of my life. She is treated like a goddess and worshiped by everyone.
A dream, eventually dispersed in a hurry. .
It turns out that I am still a political exchange. It turns out that all the gorgeous illusions are to cover up the bloody war and the shamelessness of the power struggle.
"Sister... Never set foot in the Central Plains again, stay in this beautiful prairie, okay?"
The wind lifts the hair on the temples, and love, hatred and hatred disappear like smoke.
Playing the Qiang flute on the Dream Wall of Prosperity
The war on non-crime has raged for several seasons
Looking to the end of the world, thinking of you and my hometown
Is it to accompany you in this life or to cherish you in the next life?
Spring Festival Gala in Dili, with heavy gates and deep courtyards. In front of the green grass steps, wild geese break off at dusk. Who spreads the message from far away upstairs? I hate you so much. ??
Passionate nature brings a lot of trouble, but it is hard to give up and it is also a cold food. Swings and alleys, people are quiet, the early moon is slanting, and pear blossoms are soaked.