Thousands of Years of Butterfly Love and the Fragrance of Flowers Follow

The thousand-year-old pavilion is quiet and quiet, and the drizzle is long and the guqin is lingering. The red powder came back yesterday and is back today, and how many heroes are drunk in Jingyang. The yew tree flies away on the wind with tears in its eyes, turning into a butterfly without any clothes and no red lips. It is hard to destroy all lovers in the world by using true love and leaving regrets in the end.