I still remember my youth, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, swaying like a dream in my last life, and lazy to wear new clothes in late spring and March, which is unforgettable. Yushu Qionghua idlers laugh. Now solo, how can you remember that year, the curtain. Good dreams are often like saying goodbye, and you don't need rouge on your face to avoid adding sadness.

Made it up temporarily. .