Smoke, Water and Glass; Shallow Sanskrit Sounds

My love for the common people is misunderstood, I use my tenderness to send clear sounds, I play the piano with my fingers, there is a sound of the piano, and there is a sorrow of the piano. I look at the coldness of the world with a cold eye, and travel around the world freely and freely. ------Mo Yanxi Standing in the wind, all the world can be included in the bag, locking the palace with poisonous hair, but there is only that thin and tall figure in the eyes, when did the cold-hearted love become a humble begging? ------Yan Muhan There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at the beautiful city and then the beautiful country. She would rather not know the beautiful city and the beautiful country again. It is difficult to find a beautiful woman again. White clothes are better than snow, and the dirt of red dust is stained all over the body, which is Yanxi. Neither sad nor happy, but his hands are stained with blood for Yanxi. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.