Red hands. Huangdi wine.
The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil. The joy is thin.
With melancholy,
A few years away.
Wrong wrong wrong.
Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin.
The tear stains are red and raw.
Peach blossoms fall. Xianchi Pavilion.
Although the mountain alliance is still there,
It's hard to trust a brocade book.
Momomo.
——The hairpin head phoenix. Red crisp hands
Two-way crush
The gloomy and sick young master Hua Luoge of an old-style feudal family × Chi Jinmo, a gentle and advocating foreign student and scholar
The Hualuo Pavilion was numb and empty, but someone accompanied him and went with him to the dawn in the south of the mountain. But the morning sun rose, but his sun fell off his hand and was stained with mud. In the darkness, he died, with no way to survive. The plum branches withered in winter, and he drowned in the cold pool.
Purpose: Resist aggression and resolutely resist