Spiritual memory is to be returned, and it has not left a trace for several years. Occasionally, there are scholars reading by the window, blue light is faint, and the wind drags bamboo.
Naturally, I can't bear to leave, and my voice and appearance will be the same as before. You should feel that you are infatuated with acacia, but once you fall in love, it's hard to understand.
However, wearing a well-dressed Jiao Jiao figure, I vowed to follow this body from now on. Pei Huan reflected the words before the flowers, and the wind sang poems under the moon.
However, things are on and off, and we don't go to pavilions to fold willows. The breeze shakes off the flowers and always looks at the distance alone.
Chu Meng awakens the dark soul, and lazy thrush makeup leans against Zhumen. It's no use waiting for you to return the favor, only empty branches listen to thrush.
I danced in my clothes, no one looked at me, and I said goodbye to the shadow. I never dreamed that nobody would take care of it. There should be wild geese in autumn.
The dusty heart is full of secular mistakes, and it is even more bleak for people to go to pavilions. The beauty in the secluded courtyard laughs and smells this sorrow.
Who is pitiful when there are clear tears, and I don't know how to think. Come and go in vain.