In the smoke and rain, the distant mountains are like daisies, and the green smoke is dotted in the mountains, falling in the clouds, like thick ink smudged out. The peach blossom sickness shook the flower bones, like a weak woman leaning against the window and frowning, and the willow was Qingqing Zijin holding an umbrella for the girl. In this thin smoke, the ink seems to be a sorrow that cannot be dissolved. This sorrow is the breadth of the smoke cage green mountains and willow cages, and it is also the homesickness of the rain and the lotus.

Since the split of Qin and Zhao, I don't know how many families have lived in two places, and I don't know how many Qin people have been displaced. Everyone began to see the beauty of the mountains, and the beauty of the peach and willow was still thoughtless, and suddenly heard a burst of mourning, and they all felt sad. The sound of the song was high and low, like a sad cry, making people seem to see the peach......

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