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Introduction to the final volumeMeng Po died in old age, and her blood and tears flowed from her eyes. Po Meng said: Meeting you is the fate of my life. Yue Lao said: Giving up on you is the regret of my life. One of us is in heaven and the other is on earth. There was no intersection at all, but under such circumstances, they met. But, they were at that time. Don't call them Yue Lao and Meng Po.

The jade bones are filled with mist, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. When the sea fairy is sent to explore the fragrant bushes, a green-haired phoenix hangs upside down. Even if the face looks pink, the makeup will not fade away after washing off. Gao Qing has chased the dawn sky, and does not dream of pear blossoms. --"Xijiang Moon? Plum Blossom" Su Shi heard that he was alone in the stranger, how dare he return? Who will go back together when I am left alone for a long time to look at myself and pity myself? Autumn red blooms quietly and a touch of cinnabar leaves no one to return. Who thinks of Fufeng at the third watch of the month and who returns with him? Drinking with you under the moon and playing the piano with you during the day, unforgettable Shi'an, a farewell song, a frightening dream in the garden, and the fragrance, the eyebrows are skillfully painted, the palace makeup is pale, the book outside the Fufeng Pavilion is rolled up, the feather pen is written, and the heartfelt sentence is written. The memories of the past life are all remembered, but it is difficult to meet you. We are all born in troubled times, who can't help it? I sat in the Fufeng Pavilion and listened to her story. A dry leaf, stained with tears. Begonias are hanging and scattered, and dark clouds are curling up frivolously.