Thousands of Tears of Love and Affection

Name: Thousands of Tears of Love and Affection
Author: The Past Years

by The Past Years

completed History Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties Male Lead

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160Kwords22chapters

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Ch. 22 — This Journey is in Vain

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About This Novel

The wind was blowing, the rain was blowing, and the quiet bamboo forest was devastated by the sudden heavy rain. The narrow and thin green leaf tips are stained with the sorrow of wind and rain, and stained with countless sorrows. But why is there such a hut in this bamboo forest that is hard to find, which makes people feel sad when they see it? The sound of rain was pouring outside, but it didn't stop at all inside the house. There is also a silk handkerchief placed on the embroidery bed, and the butterflies falling on the unique flowers are lifelike. There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. This famous poem by Li Shangyin has moved countless people. Is it his talent or his passion? Is it the worry embedded in his heart? Leave deep traces in your dreams. The accumulation of time makes the love become deeper and deeper. What is gone will eventually pass away. A faint lingering sound alarms the spring girl, harmonizing with your ethereal melody in this desperate situation. Thinking about the end of life and death, what if you can't bear it and have no choice? The wound that burns into my heart is the original desire to covet his fingers. It can be seen that by this time, he was no longer here. But you remember his appearance at that time, no matter young or old, countless sorrows accumulated on the brows. Just because of that accidental fate, I have transformed into your poems during these thousand years, trying to explore the obsession buried in your heart. Even though it has been a thousand years, my love is still deeply rooted in my heart and it is difficult to extricate myself.