The Most Beautiful is Nalan Ci (color Picture Collector's Edition)
by S
About This Novel
This book contains more than 200 poems by Nalan Xingde, with detailed annotations and comments. And drew many exquisite illustrations that complement the text. The perfect combination of ancient lyrics and modern commentary makes it an excellent and highly readable book.
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Instead of struggling painfully in memories, it is better to turn around and go to sleep, letting dreams and sleep drive away loneliness and loneliness.
All love cannot last forever, only unbearable memories are mentioned again and again and are difficult to forget. "
Similarly, you have no way of knowing where or when you will be completely separated from the person you love, unable to join hands. At that time, even if your heart is full of tenderness, you will not be able to cross the thousands of mountains and rivers between life and death.
The past was so beautiful, but the beauty is always fleeting.
In the end, only yourself is hurt.
Perhaps, in late autumn, everything is depressed, and everything you see will feel infinitely sad.
I can't find the reason for my troubles, but I can't get rid of this feeling of having no reason. Everyone has experienced loss.
Destined to wander, with no return date.
Otherwise, you will wait until the end and the people you want to meet will not know where to meet.
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Official(42)Scraped 2mo ago
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Instead of struggling painfully in memories, it is better to turn around and go to sleep, letting dreams and sleep drive away loneliness and loneliness.
All love cannot last forever, only unbearable memories are mentioned again and again and are difficult to forget. "
Similarly, you have no way of knowing where or when you will be completely separated from the person you love, unable to join hands. At that time, even if your heart is full of tenderness, you will not be able to cross the thousands of mountains and rivers between life and death.
The past was so beautiful, but the beauty is always fleeting.
In the end, only yourself is hurt.
Perhaps, in late autumn, everything is depressed, and everything you see will feel infinitely sad.
I can't find the reason for my troubles, but I can't get rid of this feeling of having no reason. Everyone has experienced loss.
Destined to wander, with no return date.
Otherwise, you will wait until the end and the people you want to meet will not know where to meet.
