In March, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River flies, and the northern Kyoto is warm and cold.

Qin Wangfu, a pear blossom falls in the evening breeze. Under the tree, in a warm pavilion, Lord Yunxiu greedily breathed in the bone-like fragrance. Everyone in the world loves peach blossoms, but she loves pear blossoms alone. The pear blossoms are like snow, and the white Yiren makes it easy for her to remember when she was young.

When a spring breeze blew and disturbed the pear blossoms in one place, the county lord of Yunxiu looked at the figure squatting in front of the railing behind him miserably, and said with a wry smile, This spring breeze is the most obstructive. It is the flower that blooms, and it is also the flower that falls.

Qin Yue stroked the qin and sang, the wind is also drifting, the rain is also drifting, if there is no spring breeze, why bother with the snow. Once blooming a hundred flowers, once defeating ten thousand......

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