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Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Wu Ye physical language
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Qiao Jinmen Feng Yansi
When the wind blows, it brings a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand.
Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.