? "Frost Leaf Flying? Tomb-sweeping Festival and the same lamp with the king" imperial decision
Suhua Ziqian. Standing against the wind, the warbler sings and the dove weeps for a thousand calls.
It's better to go back to be miserable, accompanied by the lonely tomb and the breeze.
Tears secretly, heartbroken. Tomb-sweeping Day and the king with the same lamp.
?Reluctantly complaining about parting, out of sight, fish sinking and geese falling, who is warm when the heart is cold?
Looking up to the west and choking, the path is deep and far away, and the dust is gone.
? Hope that the dark fragrance will pass through the ghosts skillfully, fulfilling my lovesickness wish. In the middle of the night, the Xiaolou flute spins again.
We only put our thoughts on the piano.
Jade bones tremble, stepping on the building, the pain is unbearable, and the love of separation is compiled.
(The seventh part of Lin Zhengyun's tone) (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com