The flowers are falling, and the building is full of gloomy wind. When you drink and fall asleep, you look back and see Jun Rong, just like the Lingbo fairy, looking at the spring breeze with your sleeves.

I am tired of seeing the traffic, and it is unbearable to go to the empty building. The light song leans against the railing, and the drizzle is wet and dusk. Painting halberds cut the moon, fierce horses chasing the wind, and tiger roaring shook the sky.

Feng Hou Qianjin reward, welcome Qing into Zhumen. When I returned, I went up to the next floor, and I was at the sound of the strings, but now people are different.

In the sound of ivory sandalwood, I tasted all the wine in the world, and my daughter was drunk alone.

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