Pear flower curtain, clear autumn dream

The mirror is missing, the string of vermilion is broken

℡ The tears of hibiscus are quietly wet

Who will enjoy the sound of a golden harp

A dance of the whole city ‖ the mourning of the palace

. After the rain, Jiang Tianxiao. Unique Yu Lang has the least years. Spring robe, the tender color should be photographed. Pick up the pavilion and get lost. I can't complain about Wang Sun, but I don't remember to return early. All the pears are gone, and spring is back. The sun is setting all over the ground, green and smoky.

Just because Jiali 3, laughs with you, you only get a scoop of knowledge. Without your infatuation, you suffer from lovesickness. No one can rely on the pillow towel with tears. Quiet, thoughtful, and undefeated pride can only win your smile. I am only willing to join hands with you when I am drunk at night. When I wake up drunk at night, it is nothingness, fragrance dissipation, and silent crying. Tired, tired, back.

Tears wet the towel, but the dream can't come true. Before midnight, the temple sings.

the beauty is broken before she is old, and she leans against the smoking cage and sits in the light.

When Princess Ming first left the Han Palace, her temples and feet drooped with tears.

It's impossible for the king to control himself by looking down on the shadows without color.

When I came back, I blamed Dan Qing's hand, which has happened in my life.

I couldn't draw the origin of my will, so I killed Mao Yanshou in vain.

once I go to my heart, I don't return, and I am pitiful.

If you want to ask about Sanan, only geese fly every year.

Wan Li, a family member, passed the news, but fortunately, we can't remember each other in Felt City.

if you don't see Nagato close at hand and Gillian close, there is no north or south in life.

a bright red dew condenses fragrance, and it's heartbreaking to have sex and rain.

May I ask who looks like in the Han Palace? Poor swallow leans on her new makeup.