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. A brief look at happiness, not sadness, a world of mortals, not melancholy, not asking how many flowers are blooming, just a smile and peace. Give me a pure heart and a few desires without saying a word, and save me from wandering around the world all my life. 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. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, catkins dance lightly and intoxicate the world; on the ancient road, the west wind blows, and the thin horse rides on a thousand-year destiny. A touch of the setting sun is like blood, dyeing the beauty of lovesickness. If you have a simple life and share the joys and sorrows with me, I will be honest and courageous and accompany you through thick and thin. It should be that the camel clouds have missed the spring light, which is why Ji Xia is tired of kissing the lotus fragrance. You stand far away, wearing faded green silk, folding your shoes, walking through the corridor with willows, awakening the fish in the river, and returning to my side. The days are warm, the years are peaceful, nothing troubles my heart, and all my wishes come true.
The flowers are blooming in the pinellia, and the love is as deep as the sea without borders; the moon sets and the crow crows, and the longing is like a tide that is hard to resist. Go to the sea of stars with you and enjoy it together forever. The prosperity of the world is gone, the youth is lost, the size of the years is lost, and the youth of the fingertips is thinned. Under the glazed moon, the gentle sound of plain string strings is still lingering; the stars are dotted, all reflecting thoughts of the past and present life. It turns into a wisp of breeze and stays with you regardless of the date of your return. Peach blossoms are flying, and it is hard to return to old friends in old dreams; the bluestone street is mottled with frost after walking through the years. There is a man lying drunk among the clouds and water with me. You are an unexpected heartbeat and a surprise that I was afraid of. You are the thousands of piles of snow in the last winter, and I am the long street; we have been together for an afternoon, but we have to spend a spring to say goodbye.
The dream of the mortal world is shallow, and the plain pen outlines the love of a lifetime; under the moonlight, in front of the flowers, I sing softly about the sorrow of departure. In this life, we will live up to our time and enjoy the warmth of spring and the blooming flowers together. The prosperity is gone, but you are the only one who enters the center of my dream; the green hills are everlasting, and I am willing to stay with you forever. A deep feeling is transformed into thousands of lines of words. 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. Your heart will not change, but your love will remain with you. If you don't see me again, you will only have a beautiful face. I hope that in the next life, you will be like a pair of swallows, which will be envied by the world. The long alleys of the market are filled with fireworks, and when spread out they are the human world. Time is the matchmaker, youth is the betrothal. In this life, if you are a good time, I would like to be a beautiful scene.
Concept: ancient costume romance