Peony Cream

I remember, that spring I met the eyes of the watery young man, that time my heart has not sunk into the bloody dirty abyss, the sound of the bamboo clear white clouds cold, that time I was still me, and the dream of the clear sky of the Linquan. Soughing west wind on the bamboo frost, Xiaoxiao leaves and full of Chang'an, fathers and sons hate each other, flesh and bone torture, horse past the living souls in pieces, blood flow River Luo floating pestle, at that time I was just a maniac with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in exchange for their own throne. I got my wish, where are you? Drums and bells in the evening, weeds and flowers, rain on the golden steps, moonlight on the hall. I heard the song you played for me, but when the song ended, I couldn't see you, and the river was clear. A pillow of soul dreams, outside the window, the sound. A note: this article is a hollow text. Although the people inside are vocal about how the Ming how, the actual background is the assumption that the Ming dynasty did not die, Chongzhen after the third dynasty. Master