Cave Fairy Song Late Spring
Author; Ye Wenfan
The morning light has passed the dream, and the courtyard has been long since the sun. Willow opened his eyes at a glance.
For Yang Hua, the fall is still scarred, throwing the road, no reason to be shallow.
Late spring is not absolutely gorgeous, and the incense smells of warblers quietly soft.
Twenty-four winds, letters in the present, saving Yan'er, Liu Xia drink half. I only know that the hour hand does not turn back, so I sit quietly and warm up.
2020.04.11
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