Do not cry at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty

How many people are there in the world with an exquisite ice and snow jade carving heart?Under the low eaves beside the Mingyue Well, the dust and dust of that year fell silent.Du Yu's voice is clear and weeping, leaving the king lonely, the water on the shore of Xiuhu Lake is empty, and the wind is cold in the middle of the night, who will pity Zhaohua? —Shen Che's purple-clothed horse and sword, the forest of one hundred thousand feathers in the Forbidden City.The bank of Jiangling can't be seen at sunset, and the winter snow is full of tears.A few times the original dream.When drunk, I live forever and hate farewell, but when I am awake, I am lost in the past.On the bank of Xiling in the morning and evening of the millennium, the pine wind whispers softly.Kirin is waiting to be returned. ——Zhao Yuanchu still remembers the low tide in the south of the Yangtze River, standing tall and graceful, and Ren Luoyi is light.If it's not a floating dream in the world, it's a banished fairy coming from the sky.Now the sound of misty rain and night is low, the green shirt is gone, and there is nothing left to lean on the railing.The sound of a piano is broken in the world of mortals, and the wind and wild geese are absolutely endless. ——Qi Feiyu's palace pavilion, the red wall is leaning deeply, and the tall building only looks at the end of the world.Yanghua wants to go with the east wind, but hates that spring returns without a place to look for.The fragrance of tea in the green cup, lightly bearing the beauty of beauty, and changing the fleeting years with faint thoughts.Also Mu Furong came out of the clear water, but he had mistaken Feng Chen for a long time. ——Lu Wenqi Content label: If you are disappointed, you will meet a soft spot┃ Search keywords: Protagonist: ┃ Supporting role: