Champagne

it's beautiful.

there are winter-resistant trees in the courtyard in two parts, with dozens of surroundings, and a police station in the back of the house, where the flowers bloom.

he is studying at the qingmao palace.

one day, huang was reading under the window, long and tired, and then looked out the window.

suddenly a young woman in her vegan clothes was found in the bushes.

and he wonders in his heart: "why is this girl in this temple of the mountains?" so i opened the door and wanted to see what happened.

since then, huang has often seen the vegan girl, but she has never been found.

so huang decided to wait in the shadows for the girl.

it's not too long to see the vegan girl and a red girl.

the two of them slowly drew near, and suddenly the woman in red stepped back two steps, saying, “no, there are people here!” and said, “away.” huang was anxious to get out of the bush, fearing to miss the opportunity.

the two girls were in a hurry to run back, their cuffs were dazzling, their fragrances and their heart.

huangsheng pursued a short wall and found them missing.

huang's affection for the girl became stronger, so he took the pen and wrote a short poem under the tree: infinity, love-to-window.

"and that he may return to shayali, and find no one but him." huang went back to his room, and he thought about it, and his heart was too long.

then suddenly, she pushed in the door, and huang was in a state of shock, anxious to rise up and greet.

she smiled, and she said, "look at you, you've just become a powerful bandit, and it's only by reading your poem that you're a man of the voice." huang is flattered and anxious to ask the girl's life.

she said, "my name is sang-yu, and it was luoyang.

it is not my wish to be forced to come here only by the monks of the palace.” wong asked, "what's the monk's name? i'm sure i'll help you out." the girl said, "no, no, no, no, no, no.

it would be nice to have a long meeting with you here." huang asked the red dress girl, and she said, "she's my godmother named yuki." the more they talk, the more they feel, the more they feel.

"i have made a poem for the king, so don't laugh at me." so i said, "it's easier on the night.

i wish you the best of luck.

huang was told that he could not help but hold on to her hand and say, "you are such a wonderful person who loves to forget." it's so different to think that you left in a hurry.

you have time to come and meet me." and he answered him, and he will meet him every night.

huang has invited her many times, but she never comes, and she has a grudge.

she said, "my sister's not like me.

let me talk to her.

don't worry." and one night, yellow came with tears and cried, and said, “the great catastrophe is on the rise.

i'm going to say goodbye to you today.” sayin', in order to shed tears.

huang is in a hurry to find outIn heaven, it's hard to explain." Ask him again, "The jade is nothing but a moan." And it was not until dawn that she fell in love with her.

Huang is very strange.

The next day, a blue man from Mur County brought someone down to the palace and saw a white policeman in the courtyard, who was very fond of him, and demanded from the people of the temple and said that a white policeman had been dug up and removed.

It was only then that Huang became aware that Chan Yu was a fairy of the police and was very sorry.

After a few days, he heard that Lan had moved the white police to his home and died.

He was heartbroken and had made 50 poems of Crying Flowers, which were hanged every day at the temple.

One day, Huang returned with a chandelier and returned to the side of the laden lair.

Huang came to her slowly, and she did not shy away.

So Wong asked her to sit in the house and Shuyu said yes.

She groaned and said, "Blessed, my sister, a break! I hear you're sad, which adds to my grief.

And if the tears of his loved ones fall beneath the Nine Springs, perhaps they will be reborn.

But how can she talk to both of us at once when she's dead and she's gone?” He said, "Is there any way that I can't live with my life and my lover?" And Yuki said, "I always thought that nine out of ten young students were in love with each other; I didn't know you were so in love with her.

I am also here to admire your virtues, and not to sleep with you in your place." You have to say goodbye.

Huang-sheng said, “The fragrance of the fragrance leaves the person to be eaten.

If you could accompany me for a moment, it would also be a little comfort to me.

How can you be so ruthless?" He was only accompanied by the snow until dawn.

Since then, for days, the snow has not returned.

Suffering and fragrance, turning over the bed, tearing the pillow.

On that day, the cold rain window made it more difficult to sleep.

He rose up in his clothes and was recited in the light of the dusk of the hillyard, with the curtains on his window.

I don't know.

I'm crying.

Write, he ignores humanity outside the window: "Singing can't be done without singing." The voice knows it's the snow.

Open the door and let her come in, and shiyu looks at the poems and says, "Where are you? An empty mountain, a pair of shadows.

Yellow was reading, crying.

Wong complains that she came too often.

Snow said, "I can't warm you like your sister, I can only comfort you." He said, "Well, I can't thank you enough." Since then, when he was lonely and bored, Yuki always came to accompany him.

He said, "I love my wife and I love my friends." Ask her every time, "What kind of house are you? I wish you would have told me that I had moved to my home so carefully that you would not be taken away by the wicked like the jade, and hated it for centuries.” And then she said, "It's no use telling you that the land has to be moved.

Your wife is not going to be able to end up, and what about your friend?" Wong didn't listen to her.

He took the snow to the yard and asked, "Is this you?" Snow doesn't answer, just smiles。