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Hongchen is so tearful. I regretted that I had left and cooked three glasses of wine. A sigh, who is it bitter? And who is suspicious? Tired! Tired! Tired! Troubles are multiplied a thousand times....
Drunken Flower Yin - Love" hairy body.
Troubles were once thousand. Emotions at night.
The candle flame shines through the window, how much lovesickness, awakens tenderness and jealousy.
Several twists and turns are often mistaken. Who relieves bitterness?
When a flute is sad, it is inevitable that you will be worried and neglect the road of life.
Drunken Flower Yin - Juvenile Mistake Mao Bang Body.
The flowers fell silently and went again. Rain at dusk in the courtyard.
There are a few fates, the water is in a hurry, and life is always wrong.
The ambition of the teenager is in the autumn twilight. Crazy for love.
Tears and confusion, an inch of time, the negative year.
Liu Shaoqing - Bitter Love Flower" Li Yuti.
The sun shifts and the branches are oblique. The warbler cries on the willow bank, and the bitter love flower.
A pipa, three points of tears, faded years.
The edge of the dust disturbs the scar. How to fit in, the slave family in my heart.
Bamboo shoots and green sprouts, once hidden dreams, just to think of him.
Yu Meiren - the one who was there back then" Li Yuti.
The dust is not over, and I am resentful. Silly sigh.
Often in the night lovesickness, pillow dreams are also frequent, the two depend on each other.
Back then, there was still a farewell. Infatuation is hard to change.
Tears drop clothes. I remember how sour and astringent, and it is difficult to hold my hands.
Today's sentence: Sentence: A farewell was still there back then;
Couplet: ? ...Sentence: Flowing water is in a hurry, always mistaking life;
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Mo Dao was sad and vain, and who knew if there were tears in his eyes. The lovesick road is heartbroken, all in the middle of the night.