Boil beans and hold them as a soup, and soak them as juice. The honey burns under the kettle, and the beans weep in the kettle. This is born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other?

we are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?!

I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason.

Mochow has no bosom friend before her, and everyone in the world knows you.

meeting and getting drunk is the leading edge, where is the wind and rain?

several people meet and laugh for a hundred years, but how many times can they get it back.