The daytime in the daughter country is like this:

Thinking about that year, the mountain peaks were abrupt, and I sat and watched the red glow on the top.

Gently wipe the branches of the vermilion, fragrant like mist.

Beauty, support the tree.

In the slanting sun, the snow falls on Youquan Road.

As for the night.

Baiyao in the dormitory was busy like a puppet, and he didn't even look at the queen who was already in a daze on the bed.

Putting on his dressing gown, he walked out the door.

In the cold winter of the lunar month, the heavy snow stretches

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