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The hibiscus touches my face, my eyes are cut off by the autumn water, and the sky compares to my heart, only the shadow of the winter frost is cut off. Unrivaled in elegance, it is ultimately difficult to defeat the entanglements of fate. In troubled times, how can duckweed withstand the rain that beats the leaves of banana trees and tung trees? Tender as water, smile as beautiful as flowers, who can know the details behind the glitz and take pity on the people in front of you! Cherish the deep love and be crazy, hate the shallow fate, sigh that the troubled times are wrong, and you can't help yourself from the pain! The turbulent years, the drifting years, every step of the way, all the mechanisms are exhausted, after the battle, you look at the colorful clouds flying in the sky, but it turns out to be just the shadow of the moon in the bottle, the prosperity in the dream... "Qingmei, have you ever truly loved me, even just for a moment?" "So what if it was heartbreaking, none of us can go back to the beginning!" Sons and daughters love each other, and after washing in the bloody wind, who can still be as prosperous as the first time we met? I stood at the end of the fireworks, watching the clouds flowing thousands of feet, and the emotion in them was just like a wisp of blue smoke. This story is purely fictional, please do not imitate it!

"The red bananas and hibiscus make you laugh at the beauty of Wu Palace and the mountains; the snowy lotus roots and green plums make you sigh at the sour coldness of the palace gate. Three years of intrigue, ten years of ups and downs in troubled times, half a life of weeping and coldness like blood, sleepy and speechless, and the softness was lightly damaged and the pear clouds dispersed. A song of Lingge is full of jealousy. , She sang all the desolation of the prosperous times, but she became drunk and looked at the flowers for her own benefit. She was silent for the longest time. He looked at the misty mountains and rivers, but he couldn't find anything in his heart and eyes. At the top of his glory, he cried and talked about you for three lifetimes. At the time of separation, you. The real and the fake have lasted for thousands of years. The real and the fake are real, and the moon and flowers are still unknown. The one who is willful but has a heart like a snake and a scorpion, and the other who is dark and tolerant but plots the world, who would have thought of the end! The person who arranged the plan has become the person in the game! The clouds of shock are easy to disperse, and the nest swallows are hard to return. Once they enter the palace, they are destined to be unable to control themselves and cannot do what they want! In the sound of breaking the clouds, the hatred of spring will never fade away, and the smile is full of true love!

"The red bananas and hibiscus make you laugh at the scenery of Wu Palace and the mountains; the snow lotus roots and green plums make you sigh at the sour coldness of the palace gate. Three years of intrigues, ten years of ups and downs in troubled times, half a life of weeping and coldness like blood, sleepy and speechless, the softness was lightly damaged and the pear clouds dispersed. A song of Lingge was filled with jealousy, She sang all the desolation of the prosperous times, but she became drunk and looked at the flowers for the benefit of herself. She was silent for the longest time. He looked at the misty mountains and rivers, but he couldn't find anything in his heart and eyes. At the top of his glory, he cried and talked for three lifetimes. At the time of separation, you are the real me. The truth lasts for thousands of years, the truth is true, the moon is unclear, the moon is like a moon, and the one who is willful but has a heart like a snake and a scorpion, the brother-in-law and the sister-in-law are plotting against each other, who would have thought that it would be the best. The person behind the plan has become the person in the game! The clouds of shock are easy to disperse, and the nest swallows are hard to return. Once they enter the palace, they are destined to be unable to control themselves and cannot do what they want! In the sound of breaking the clouds, the hatred of spring will never fade away, and the smile is full of true love!

The hibiscus touches my face, my eyes are cut off by the autumn water, and the sky compares to my heart, only the shadow of the winter frost is cut off. Unrivaled in elegance, it is ultimately difficult to defeat the entanglements of fate. In troubled times, how can duckweed withstand the rain that beats the leaves of banana trees and tung trees? Tender as water, smile as beautiful as flowers, who can know the details behind the glitz and take pity on the people in front of you! Cherish the deep love and be crazy, hate the shallow fate, sigh that the troubled times are wrong, and you can't help yourself from the pain! The turbulent years, the drifting years, every step of the way, all the mechanisms are exhausted, after the battle, you look at the colorful clouds flying in the sky, but it turns out to be just the shadow of the moon in the bottle, the prosperity in the dream... "Qingmei, have you ever truly loved me, even just for a moment?" "So what if it was heartbreaking, none of us can go back to the beginning!" Sons and daughters love each other, and after washing in the bloody wind, who can still be as prosperous as the first time we met? I stood at the end of the fireworks, watching the clouds flowing thousands of feet, and the emotion in them was just like a wisp of blue smoke. This story is purely fictional, please do not imitate it!