Song Xin Qi Ji
Thousands of trees are blooming in the easterly night, and the stars are raining down.
BMW carves cars and smells fragrant all over the road.
the sound of the phoenix flute is moving, the jade pot is turning, and the fish and dragon dance all night.
the moth, the willow and the golden thread, are laughing and fragrant.
many people are looking for him. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim.
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Yu Meiren. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country was unbearable to look back at the moon and the Ming Dynasty.
Carved fences and jade carvings should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river flowing eastward.
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when the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win, but there are countless people in the world.
tenderness is like water, ritual is like a dream, and you can bear to take care of the magpie bridge and return home.
if a relationship lasts for a long time, it will last forever.
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I miss you every day, but I don't see you, so I drink the Yangtze River water.
when will this water stop? When has this hatred been?
I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will not miss me.