"Jiangchengzi Listening to the Song at the beginning of the rain" last night the rain was shallow and far away, the screen was deserted, and the dark pavilion was lonely. Wake up lightly by the cool clothes and the residual dream.

The summer is full of people who know that people have passed, learn from the ancients, and the wine is wet. At the right time, the mandarin ducks reflect the green of the lake, the heart of the youth, and buy flowers.

The small words are red dresses, and the happy songs are even more difficult to hear. Only hate the old flowers of the mountain league, what year is there, save Yuting. Jiangchengzi Bailu fog grass clear dew lock white wall, dawn empty room, cover veil cool.

At this time, when the flowers fall, there is a little yellow. The remnants of the moon have not risen, frightened dreams, and leaned on the cold hall. Suddenly, I remember that the white dew pillow is wet and long, new marks are left, and the old people are confused.

Summer goes to autumn, when to look at red makeup. Crisp hands ruthlessly bury the ruler, lovesick, half body cream.

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