About This Novel
A dream in Nanke is gone, and the city is empty. (Ancient style short story, sadistic article.) One thought is prosperous, one thought is gray, one thought is joy, everywhere is prosperous and everywhere is beautiful. A single thought becomes an obsession, and every inch of my lovesickness becomes gray. Under the peach blossom tree, the sky is full of crimson, which cannot cover the girl's bright eyes; on the blue brick post road, the wedding carriage with copper bells tied on it gradually goes away; on the ancient stage, a song in Tsing Yi is played, telling the story of the year... Love, hate, separation and sorrow in troubled times have not been written down in history books.
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