The Beauty and the Disaster of Time Travel

The cicadas are chilling, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.