The beginning of the story is also the end of the story. If it were a dream, how wonderful it would be... If it were not a dream, how wonderful would it be...
"I use poetry as my guide to pursue the so-called freedom, but what I get in the end is just the beginning of the story, but this is the freedom that belongs to me." - Dongfang Mingchen
"I dare to bet with you on the future, but do you dare to bet with me on the past? The future may belong to you, but the past and present still belong to me." - Huang
"I'm sorry, brother, just let me be willful this time." - Dongfang Ci
"Alas, my emperor only has these two concerns. Don't let me slaughter the three realms." - Shi Ci Nian
"If you can't even protect the people around you, then who is the strongest? Those who are passionate are the most ruthless, and those who are ruthless are the most affectionate." - Hu Guanxing
The sun rises in the east. He symbolizes vitality. He is the beginning of a new day and the end of the old one. The rising sun in the east is a new beginning
Saying goodbye to the past years, in fact, the real farewell is as simple as that. There is no shaking cry, no ancient pavilion road, just the same early morning as before. The sun rises, but the old friend will never wake up again.
I have been wandering in the air for a hundred years and living in dreams. When I return, I hide my eyes and feel sad.
The door is closed and visitors are rejected, and the common people follow suitably without asking.
But hearing that Xiaoyao was finally hard to trust, all he could see was a fallen tree and a flower.
It's hard to say farewell to the New Year, but I'm also intoxicated watching the moon and stars.
