Mo Dao complained that the woman was crying heavily

The sun in the wine also has anxiety

The moon in the water also has secrets

Lonely stars, their own indissoluble complexes

Enchanting clouds, and even more unspeakable sorrow

The sea is disgusted, the pity after the storm

The fierceness of the mountains and the squeezing of the rain

Birds and finches long for free singing

A hundred flowers hope to bloom in the competition

Blue skies ignite the desire for life

The vast wilderness and spring stretch freely

A smile rippled on The Lake Pond's face

Willow is obsessed with the distant reaches of The Distant

Climbing vines, attachment and entanglement

Envious bees and butterflies, romantic dances

Perfect promise is too much of an illusion

Noble is vulgar

The rivers that are worried about them are rushing endlessly

The sunset of admiration will set

Warm nights, how many dreams

The past is difficult to continue, and the poetry is not satisfactory

A river of spring water groaned

Sorrow and joy are all for me

Sigh at the same time do not know each other

Lovesickness is reminiscent of each other

Where is there a beautiful paradise?

Who are the water mandarin ducks?

Mo Dao complained that the woman was crying heavily

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