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Liu Ba Qin Zi Pavilion
Rely on the dangerous pavilion, hate like grass, and you will still live.
After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, I was stunned when the water became red.
Let me get stuck in it?
Under the moon that year, we were drunk like scenes of dreams, and the gentle breeze blew you and me.
what can I do? Happiness flows gradually with the water.
Broken strings, less fragrance, as late as flying flowers.
Foggy, rainy and sunny. Positive pin setting. My sad thoughts were deep, and suddenly the cry of an oriole came at me.