Send lovesickness, caress a song, but the wild goose goes east.
Thousands of miles away in Qinchuan, the Weishui is difficult to gather.
How can the broken clouds reach the west wind, the pelicans cry, at the fallen flower place, Can Hong is speechless.
Regardless of the wind and rain, spring and summer come frequently, and I often worry about it.
Only keep the dust, and wait for the fate to continue in the afterlife.
?Suddenly, the qin and zither chorused together, but it was not an ancient song, it was misty rain, covered with no clue. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com