In an elegant Pavilion in the 2548

restaurant, Tang Yu sat opposite lotus, lotus, lotus and bamboo, drinking small wine and eating cold dishes that he had never eaten. And downstairs in a clearing, a woman with green clothes holding a pipa, melon face, watery eyes, a straight Qiongnose, and below is a small cherry mouth, red mouth and white teeth, people can not help but want to contain a mouthful, beautiful, at this moment is singing a sign song:

speechless up the West floor, the moon is like a hook. Lonely Wutong deep courtyard, lock Qingqiu.

It's sadness to leave when you cut and straighten out the mess. It's...