This article is my early work, immature and novice; it is unfinished, after all, it is an experience, right? So, enter with caution. I'm not responsible for the shock to you!
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke and the orchids are weeping with dew, the curtains are light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slant light reaches the dawn and penetrates the Zhuhu.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If I want to send a colorful note, I have no ruler. I know where the mountains are and the rivers are far away.
After such a long time, I revised this article.
Although I wouldn't say it's much better than before.
But at least it doesn't look so depressing. Laugh~
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Chonglou: Zi Xi, you are the only one worthy of staying by my side.
Zi Xi: Thank you for letting me understand that this feeling is love.
The original title of this article is - Zi Mo of the Chonglou of Xian San.
Now renamed——Xian San Zi Xi
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