The leaves in front of the west wind gate withered
The hidden jade wheel moves the heart
The little man turned his intestines by the window
Acacia has dreams but is hard to find
Reminiscences
Always concerned
Alone in a lonely place
The book is not known
I had to spend it on the moon
Autumn breeze drizzle tears flying. Ten thousand years of acacia dreams. Long-sleeved Xian'e caresses the suqin. Phoenix strings. Listen to the sound of love under the moon.
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The moon is like a silver plate hanging in the sky, if people are more or less scattered between the flowers and flowers, just like the moon loss and the full moon of the moon is not intended to be acacia, the literati rioter hard to hook me to send my heart and the bright moon, until the white wolf Nuhu Mountain...
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