Meeting you is like meeting a stranger in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Heart, pounding!
Ningcai meets Jujiu, bells and drums meet Qinse, and a gentle lady meets a good gentleman. The swan song of thousands of years surges out from this flowing water. The idiotic Guan Jiu dances lightly, the men and women sing silently, and thousands of loves flow quietly from the water of this Zhouhe.
Bashan encounters night rain, and west window encounters red candles. I can no longer hold back my longing for you in this empty night full of loneliness and loneliness in Spring Pool. A question from the king that the return date is not yet due, with your full boudoir grievances, caressing my tearful heart. Now that the night rain in Bashan has risen again, the red candle in the west window should also be on, but what about my wife?
The east wind on the fifteenth day meets thousands of flowers and trees at night, and the BMW carved car meets the fragrance all over the road. Overnight, fish and dragons danced wildly. The laughing moth Xueliu is as bright as gold, and the faint fragrance greets the laughter.
Walking in this dimly lit, spring-filled Shangyuan Street. I am just a hasty passerby, but when I look back suddenly, I finally meet you.
The golden phoenix turns into tenderness, and the light reflects your youthful eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the lights are dimmed, and the streets are empty even when people go.
It's my luck to meet you; if not, my fate. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com