The gurgling water, the slender hands, the blue silk bundles, look like dancing, the clothes fluttering, the so-called love for each other. Don't be in love with the glitz of the world, don't write about the chaos of the world, don't lament the desolation of the world, don't arouse feelings and sorrow, just watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as the beginning. There are hundreds of flowers in spring, a moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world. The years are slightly cooler, and a long misty rain has soaked whose memory, and whose dark and frosty Jiangnan has left behind whose gentle and lingering dreams.
If you give me a hosta, I will tie your hair long. Wash away all the lead, and from now on, the sunset will be over the horizon. If we love each other, we will hold hands until we grow old; if we are not destined, we will keep you safe. I don't ask to stay with you, I just want to accompany you on your journey to the end of the world. Three thousand prosperity, at the snap of a finger, will be nothing more than a handful of yellow sand a hundred years later. The mist that spreads for a thousand miles, you are walking and going in it. So I spend my whole life walking your way. Thinking about the whirling world, with no place to fall; seeing all kinds of red and purple, turning into gray after a moment's notice.
Concept: ancient romance