The look back at that life, the sighs of that life, the darkness that changes into shadows in that life
How can my gentle and affectionate Jiangnan landscape be in front of you?
Draw a black and white ink painting, a rhythmic foot-holding poem
In the thousands of dust, it gradually becomes a majestic song of mountains and flowing water.
We meet each other without saying a word, the distant spring snow is trapped in your ambush from all sides
I use the pride of my life
Drunk on you and shy away, leaning against the door and looking back timidly
In the lonely Tang poetry and Song lyrics, the lonely Yan Ruyu
Being lonely again and again, standing on the green shore of Jianjia
Waiting for you not to come, the sound of waves on both sides of the Qinhuai River
How to understand Jiang Feng Yuhuo's sorrowful sleep
Love, I don't know where it starts, it goes deep
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
