A Thousand Years of Confusion

The rise and fall of the eternal prosperous dream, the poetic eye is tired of the world. There are trees in the Konglin Forest, creepers in the Wu Palace, and jackdaws in the Chu Temple. There are several huts and thousands of volumes of books, which are transferred to old villagers. What's going on in the mountains? Songhua makes wine and spring water makes tea. Love and hate have become a thing of the past, and time has long been meaningless. There is nothing left to cherish, and whose heart can be warmed. He said, just be happy. She said, whose hands do you want to entrust my happiness to? Love is perfection, love is also destruction. The love calamity that has been entangled for thousands of years will eventually come to an end.