To: Qingxi

Poetry is picturesque, fog is like yarn, where is a cloud of smoke and rain.

The wind is fine willows, the sun is sinking, and the soul is haunted by dreams.

Flying flowers have all the remnants of the ancient temple, leaning on the door and looking forward to the return of the king!

The sun is thin, the mountains are full of dust and sand, and tears are shed when they look at the sky.

The frost is all over the ground, the curtain is low, and the clouds and the moon are like practice.

Love He Xiu, no end-to-end, gradually feel the rain flowers and leaves!

Chunhui is approaching the return of the king, and the concubine sweeps the couch to welcome the king.

Fortunately, Jun's pet has no chance, and he talks all night with Jun's world!

"The Way of Pure Medicine" to: Liu Qingxi is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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