Meet You in the Most Beautiful Years
by Zhang Shiqun
About This Novel
The Romantic Classical Su Xin series selects the most outstanding figures of the Republic of China as the main subjects. This is a comprehensive volume and writes about five couples of the Republic of China, including Shen Congwen and Zhang Zhao, Xu Zhimo and Lu Xiaoman. No matter how time and space change, love is an eternal topic, and there is no right or wrong in the world of feelings. The shoes of marriage are about knowing whether they are warm or cold. Those talented men and beauties who used their unparalleled elegance to compose a series of love chapters in the glorious era of the Republic of China, they once loved each other like that. In the long river of time, he has given admiration and sigh to countless people who came after him. --The plot is fictitious, please do not imitate it.
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A messy song, missed lovesickness, no luck in life, too many complaints, and ends in a tragic ending, just a passing scene. Who, the breeze asked me, the night rain withered, the world's right and wrong, missed a hazy. Cutting the pipa short, the lovesickness was seen by several people, floating in the play, a period of desolation, the rights and wrongs of the world, ask me how many, flowers blooming and falling, not as good as the one in front of me, a period of flowing wine, the edge is deep and the edge is shallow, one part is passed, another part is lost, this life is written off, one stroke is written off. Look at the flowers blooming, wrong, right, right, wrong, right, right, right, right, wrong, right, right, wrong, right, right, the moonlight clearing the breeze, the young man cooking wine is silent. Listen, the flowers of the wind chimes, the sweet dreams of the sea of people, a piece of music, a piece of stars. The beauty of the world, the tears of flowers and moon, the vicissitudes of the world, every gesture is in vain, complaining about the flowers blooming, thinking about the flowers falling, the wind breaks, the human feelings are too beautiful, the moon is half-curved, and the person is not young. Fei is suspicious, old is a song of years, when people reach middle age, they count the flowers falling, peach blossom nunnery, human phoenixes, ancient temple dreams, how much they leave people's hearts, the autumn wind, lovesickness, falling lovesickness, lovesickness is a song of worldly things. Life has passed, one sentence has gone wrong, life is simple, ordinary geometry, after one day, how to write tomorrow. In the dream of a wanderer, a phoenix luan song captivates my mind. How many days of peace and how many rains do I have? I miss you on sunny days. I love you. There is a burst of rain on the road, and there is a burst of flowers in the mind. The romance is strong, and it is not as strong as the flowers and moon in the world. Naihe Bridge, a cup of cloud water, Zen mind, and three life stones. Destiny, not afraid of the strong wind, fate, not afraid of the rain, fate hurts feelings, love breaks the light, three lives and three lives, how many three lives are separated, how many three lives are chaotic. The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the human heart is in chaos. The world is so big, and sadness is so fast. A cup of infatuation will make you drunk. A dream in Nanke, hidden paintings in China, ghost lamps, laughter in the world, a little amorous feelings, thick flowers and moonlight, people are still young, right and wrong, to put it bluntly, it is just a bunch of shooting stars. Who dreams, no more hesitation, it is love, no more regrets, Nan Ketian, flowers in the moon, beautiful dreams in the world, the rain strikes the third watch of the night, the wind blows in the year, the world is light farewell, the kite misses, the phoenix dances for nine days. If the sky is affectionate, the world is a sweet dream, the good flowers bloom again, the youth will never come again, lying down to see the eternal style, leaving the human lamp, the flowers are like words, who can interpret the wind chime, Nanqiao Tianshan, how many people can see through it. The sound of horse hooves is messy, the peach blossoms in a mile are scattered, the dream of red makeup in ten miles is clear, fate and cause and effect, right and wrong, whose tenderness is wrong in love, the lingering sound lingers. In the morning breeze and drizzle, in the dusk over the years, a piece of music leaves people scattered without passing through the human soul. How many tears a young man has, and how much sorrow a person leaves. I cannot forget the sky, the Naihe Bridge, the people on the ceiling, the words are frightening, circling around right and wrong, hiding right and wrong, right and wrong. The lamp dyes the years, the dream cuts off the youth, the love dissipates the elegance, this journey disappears without a trace, it is the most beautiful, never seen again, the leaves fall in the autumn wind, and I look back in vain.
I just read the first chapter. The author's description of the scenery is very beautiful and touching. Like it...
May you spend the most beautiful years meeting the person you love and never miss the most beautiful love.
This world is full of chaos and chaos. Although flowers may bloom and fade, streams may dry up, and love may wither, in the most beautiful years, in the heart of a lover, only the years are quiet and the romance is fleeting.
. What's yours is yours. It's not yours, don't force it. Work hard, cherish it, and have a clear conscience. The rest, leave it to fate.
The most beautiful time to meet you
Not bad, very good, recommended
The happiest thing is to meet you at the best time ἳ9
The past has become empty, still like a dream.
Very good! !
In the end, it's still one person's world
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Official(120)Scraped 8d ago
A messy song, missed lovesickness, no luck in life, too many complaints, and ends in a tragic ending, just a passing scene. Who, the breeze asked me, the night rain withered, the world's right and wrong, missed a hazy. Cutting the pipa short, the lovesickness was seen by several people, floating in the play, a period of desolation, the rights and wrongs of the world, ask me how many, flowers blooming and falling, not as good as the one in front of me, a period of flowing wine, the edge is deep and the edge is shallow, one part is passed, another part is lost, this life is written off, one stroke is written off. Look at the flowers blooming, wrong, right, right, wrong, right, right, right, right, wrong, right, right, wrong, right, right, the moonlight clearing the breeze, the young man cooking wine is silent. Listen, the flowers of the wind chimes, the sweet dreams of the sea of people, a piece of music, a piece of stars. The beauty of the world, the tears of flowers and moon, the vicissitudes of the world, every gesture is in vain, complaining about the flowers blooming, thinking about the flowers falling, the wind breaks, the human feelings are too beautiful, the moon is half-curved, and the person is not young. Fei is suspicious, old is a song of years, when people reach middle age, they count the flowers falling, peach blossom nunnery, human phoenixes, ancient temple dreams, how much they leave people's hearts, the autumn wind, lovesickness, falling lovesickness, lovesickness is a song of worldly things. Life has passed, one sentence has gone wrong, life is simple, ordinary geometry, after one day, how to write tomorrow. In the dream of a wanderer, a phoenix luan song captivates my mind. How many days of peace and how many rains do I have? I miss you on sunny days. I love you. There is a burst of rain on the road, and there is a burst of flowers in the mind. The romance is strong, and it is not as strong as the flowers and moon in the world. Naihe Bridge, a cup of cloud water, Zen mind, and three life stones. Destiny, not afraid of the strong wind, fate, not afraid of the rain, fate hurts feelings, love breaks the light, three lives and three lives, how many three lives are separated, how many three lives are chaotic. The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the human heart is in chaos. The world is so big, and sadness is so fast. A cup of infatuation will make you drunk. A dream in Nanke, hidden paintings in China, ghost lamps, laughter in the world, a little amorous feelings, thick flowers and moonlight, people are still young, right and wrong, to put it bluntly, it is just a bunch of shooting stars. Who dreams, no more hesitation, it is love, no more regrets, Nan Ketian, flowers in the moon, beautiful dreams in the world, the rain strikes the third watch of the night, the wind blows in the year, the world is light farewell, the kite misses, the phoenix dances for nine days. If the sky is affectionate, the world is a sweet dream, the good flowers bloom again, the youth will never come again, lying down to see the eternal style, leaving the human lamp, the flowers are like words, who can interpret the wind chime, Nanqiao Tianshan, how many people can see through it. The sound of horse hooves is messy, the peach blossoms in a mile are scattered, the dream of red makeup in ten miles is clear, fate and cause and effect, right and wrong, whose tenderness is wrong in love, the lingering sound lingers. In the morning breeze and drizzle, in the dusk over the years, a piece of music leaves people scattered without passing through the human soul. How many tears a young man has, and how much sorrow a person leaves. I cannot forget the sky, the Naihe Bridge, the people on the ceiling, the words are frightening, circling around right and wrong, hiding right and wrong, right and wrong. The lamp dyes the years, the dream cuts off the youth, the love dissipates the elegance, this journey disappears without a trace, it is the most beautiful, never seen again, the leaves fall in the autumn wind, and I look back in vain.
I just read the first chapter. The author's description of the scenery is very beautiful and touching. Like it...
May you spend the most beautiful years meeting the person you love and never miss the most beautiful love.
This world is full of chaos and chaos. Although flowers may bloom and fade, streams may dry up, and love may wither, in the most beautiful years, in the heart of a lover, only the years are quiet and the romance is fleeting.
. What's yours is yours. It's not yours, don't force it. Work hard, cherish it, and have a clear conscience. The rest, leave it to fate.
The most beautiful time to meet you
Not bad, very good, recommended
The happiest thing is to meet you at the best time ἳ9
The past has become empty, still like a dream.
Very good! !
In the end, it's still one person's world
