"Thinking of the Red Face"

by Allure Blue Rain

The pear blossom rain, silent and silent, fell into annihilation, drowning the wind ripples.

shallow, faint, full of flowers, obsessed with joys and sorrows.

Thousands of flowers are scattered, bluestone beaches, empty regrets, and residual leaves are scattered.

The leaves fall, the people go, the only ones left, the poems are dyed, and the old folding fan in the hands is in the hand.

Wind and rain, exhaustion, withering, strings broken, broken three thousand obsessions.

At the beginning of dawn, the Qing Dynasty snuggled each other, spoke of pity, and sighed at whose fingertips.

The twilight is deep, the sun is still shining, a pot of wine, sitting alone and thinking about the red face.

"Thinking of the Red Face"

Pear blossom rain, the wind destroys, flowers are all over the sky, obsessed with joy and sorrow.

Thousands of flowers are scattered, bluestone beaches, empty regrets, and residual leaves are scattered.

The leaves fall, the people go, the only ones left, the poems are dyed, and the old folding fan in the hands is in the hand.

Wind and rain, exhaustion, withering, strings broken, broken three thousand obsessions.

At the beginning of dawn, the Qing Xiang was snuggling, saying that he was pitiful, and sighed at his fingertips.

The twilight is deep, the sun is still shining, a pot of wine, sitting alone and thinking about the red face.

- Brother Stick rewritten

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