Mourning Golden Branch

The wind is also strong. She is a golden branch swaying in the wind and rain. She fell into the dust from an official's daughter, and bloomed out of the mire. He is a prince, but he is willing to climb the high wall again and again for her. The world laughed at his absurdity, but he only said - "If I come to the Nine Five-Year Plan, she will be my only golden branch." The lights swayed the Qinhuai River, and there were so many beauties trapped in the beauty. Once upon a time, the noble girl turned into the embers of fireworks, going through love and hate in the love and moon field, and wrote down the blood, tears and helplessness of women in troubled times.