The gentleness of the world is nothing more than the fragrant spring willows swaying with the fragrance of flowers, and the singing of locust trees in the deep alleys. One flower, one tree, one world, one cloud, one day, one moment, one sadness, one joy, one sleep, one frost and one dew fall on the world. Look briefly at happiness, do not write about sadness, there are three thousand worlds in the world, do not say melancholy, do not ask about flowers blooming, only ask about smile and peace. A cup of fragrant tea and a book can steal half a day of leisure; a touch of the setting sun and a pot of wine can give you a half-life of freedom. Among the mountains and rivers, splashed ink depicts a lifetime of love; deep in the clouds, the melodious sound of the flute calls home. Hand in hand with you, we can see the prosperity of the world. I don't love the glitz of the world, I don't write about the turmoil of the world, I don't lament the desolation of the world, and I don't arouse feelings and sorrow. Watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as ever. It was windy and rainy last night, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows. Can't sit up flat. Things in the world go with the flow, only to have a dream come true.
Concept: ancient costume story