"Jiangxia"

Copywriting: You are the fire that starts a prairie fire in summer, and I am the frost-covered plum in winter. "There are orchids in the garden, and there are orchids in the river. I miss the young master but I dare not say anything." 11. "Nine Songs·Mrs. Xiang" "The beauty of peach blossoms shines brightly." 11. "The Book of Songs·Zhou Nan·Peach Blossoms" Be a little fish and fall in love with you countless times in seven endless seconds. Even if I lose my memory, you are the presence that remains deep in my bones. "Let's fall in love, classmate Jiang!" When I see you, my heart beats out of balance. Destined to fall in love with you at first sight, how could you forget? "A Zhuo, for the next eight thousand years, year after year, year after year, we will enjoy the spring scenery together." "From now on, year after year, we will share the spring breeze and be happy." The dusk has just set and the stars have just appeared. They are the little stars that only they can discover and hide. "Today's lonely night, the stars are all bright" "The evening star has brightened, we don't have to hide anymore." "Vicissitudes of life come and go, but love is everlasting, love is everlasting and steadfast until the end." - Shakespeare's "Sonnets" I pray that the red silk flying on the tree is evidence of their love for each other. The scorching heat of summer still cannot reach the girl's sincere heart. The red silk is flying again, when old friends meet again. She looked at the old tree with flying red silk and prayed countless times to reunite with her lover. As spring passes and autumn comes, fallen leaves cover Chang'an, and the red silk strips on the ancient trees turn over, telling sincere love. Also known as: The Wistful Night's Tiny Dusk Star Lonely academic master × passionate girl | Lily/time loop/reincarnation/two-way secret love Returning to the evening self-study for the third year of high school for the 127th time, Xia Zhuo looked up and saw Jiang Yuan sitting by the window, the tip of his pen scratching softly on the draft paper. The whole world is repeating itself, but she always looks indifferent. But only she remembers that when she squatted on the rooftop to enjoy the cold wind, she would throw her coat at her feet; when she recited "Yuan You Zhi Xi Li You Lan", the tips of her ears were so red that they were about to bleed. One hundred and twenty-seven unspoken words are hidden in the silent night. The little evening star hangs on the teaching building and has never been extinguished. Even if I forget the trajectory of all time, I will find you again. It was just a reunion, but Xia Zhuo couldn't keep calm. When he saw his lover's gentle eyes, his heart couldn't stop beating. There's only one time left. The countdown to the return rang, Jiang Yuan disappeared again, Xia Zhuo pursed his lips, it's okay, I will take you home, I will definitely... Jiang Yuan's perspective: When did you know that you were a string of codes? It was probably during that parting time that you turned into a body where data dissipated. It doesn't matter, the code won't hurt. If I have to do it again, I still choose... Is it the last time? What a pity, I haven't had time to say I love you yet... Hey, it's light abuse, there will be two perspectives, maybe mutual attacks. It is a story about two people working hand in hand, looking for blooming roses in a deserted garden, not afraid of thorns, and writing the true meaning of love and life together. (Probably, maybe, maybe.) The two heroines, Lily, don't like to give up. The following is the English version of the copy: The wistful night holds all the repeated timelines, and the tiny dusk star is the only constant in every cycle. (The wistful night holds all the repeated timelines, and the tiny dusk star is the only constant in every cycle.) The tiny dusk star hangs over the old school roof, just like the secret they hide. (The tiny dusk star hangs over the old school roof, just like the secret they hide.) The wistful night saw her press the reset button again, the tiny dusk star outside the window still hanging steady. The wistful night witnesses all her repeated attempts to bring him back. (The wistful night witnesses all her repeated attempts to bring him back.) This wistful night has witnessed 127 times she wanted to keep him, and the tiny dusk star never went out. Wistful night has kept 127 unspoken secrets, and the tiny dusk star hanging over the teaching building has never gone out for him. Intention: There will always be someone who is worthy of all your tenderness.