“The mist is thick and the cloud is sorrowful forever, the brain is extinguished by the golden beast. The double Ninth Festival is again, and the jade pillow shackles, the early coolness in the middle of the night.”
“After Dongli took the wine at dusk, there was a dark fragrance and full sleeves. I can’t help but feel the wind, and people are thinner than Huanghua.”
After Jasper finished reading, the audience was dead again.
The men were okay, while the women’s eyes turned red and there were tears drooping, especially the last sentence, the image of a little wife who missed her husband, was written so vividly that it arouses pity in life.
“Unexpectedly, Carter, a big man, could still write such delicate and passionate verses!”
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