Xiaoxiang Water Cloud in the Red Chamber

By the Sansheng Stone, she is the incarnation of love. On the bank of the Linghe River, who is the fate of whom, who is the robbery of whom?The clever pen once frightened the flowers and wept blood, and the quiet song couldn't stop the water from flowing red.Three lives of silly dreams are gone with the wind, and one season of Fangfei's tears are empty.Even if it can regain its beauty in the coming year, Chunbo has nowhere to shine.After touching the scroll and meditating, what kind of opportunities would Daiyu have if she hadn’t lived to repay her tears? I pretended to read this article like a dream of Red Mansions all my life, and wanted to give sister Lin a happy ending