Legend of Lingjing, I Was Forced by the System to Hunt the Evil God

Tong is here again: Don't you know that the light and the sun are like horses whipping, the sun and the moon are like falling flowers, the pear blossoms are cool on the cold lamp paper, and the rain is cool. I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus to carry the wine. After all, I am not a teenager. However, if the spring breeze has pity for the flowers, can you allow me to be young again? We are no longer young. When the flowers bloom again, no one is young anymore. The bright moon is still the bright moon of the year. The boy is no longer the boy of the year. Looking up at Songhua Winemaking, the green mountains are still the same. Drunk and shaking, thanking the river flow, just like the love we missed. It's the same as that love. No one sees me. Behind the east wind is nothing but the spring breeze that refused to marry back then. I was misled by the autumn wind for no reason.