"Prosperity, I've seen it.
Disillusionment, I've lived it.
Now, I want to make a movie about this big dream that only an idiot can understand——
"Book of Awakening the World". "
The rain in late spring flooded Jinling, and I saw her in the dimly lit part of the stage.
The bell at the corner of the eaves rang three times, and she stood in plain clothes in the hazy mist, as if she had stepped out of a yellowed poem. What he sang was a piece of "Xiu Ru Ji",
Li Yaxian's infatuation flowed from her sleeves, but her eyes passed over the guests in the hall and stopped alone on the fading evening clouds outside the window.
Later, the lights dimmed, and the rouge was cold in the cracks of the bluestone.
I was shocked——
What was hidden when she closed her sleeves was not the sleeves, but a secret letter written in half a volume of blood;
The sadness between the eyebrows is not the dowry, but the frost before the fall of the family and country;
Even the "Spring Breeze Shangsi Tian", which was specially sung for me a cappella that night, had the sound of Shen Jiang's sword hidden in the ending.
It turns out that this ridiculous world should have been shattered long ago.
She came to teach me how to live in ruins——
He who recognizes the first new fire.
The noble dandy of the Qing Dynasty × the lonely and talented girl Bingxue
Intention: to write history and dare to write inscriptions for the future.