I dreamed back to that small island a thousand years ago, with willow branches as tender as gold swaying in the wind.
In a thousand years of darkness, only that graceful figure has not been blurred by time. I can't help but miss it again and again. It is the first and most unparalleled grace in the world.
The gravel above his head fell one after another, and along the only faint ray of light, Liulan left the place where he had been imprisoned for thousands of years.
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Bursts of crisp laughter came from the bustling crowd, but they were two young men in fine clothes who were disguised as men, with beautiful faces and beautiful eyebrows. One was the daughter of King Wucheng, Princess Yuwen, who had been growing up in the palace since childhood, and the other was the twelfth daughter of the current emperor, Yu Xuan. The two of them had grown up in the palace. They had never seen such a gorgeous and magnificent jing, and they were fascinated by it for a moment.
Where the fireworks fell, there stood a man in black. His soft long hair danced in the night wind. His face was blurred under the magnificent fireworks. Only his eyes were so clear, with a slight melancholy and a touch of tiredness, like the smiling haze of the distant mountains, and the moon was as shocking as lightning and thunder.
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