The yellow sand is long and the darkroom is cold. Auspicious snow and cold plum blossoms, the streets are lonely.
Just like the growth of flowers, autumn comes and the flowers wither. Even if they were once the most beautiful in the world, they will wither in turn.
In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, should noble families be happy or sad? Life and death are infinitely magnified suddenly, and the so-called ordinary life is just self-deception. A brief encounter, a lifelong love. We have gotten together, gotten to know each other, sacrificed, and fought for each other. But human emotions are always limited, so she did not shed so many tears and continued to pay tribute. The day when tears condense is also the day of death.
The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.
The jianjia is desolate, and the white dew is still lingering. The so-called beauty is on the water. If you follow it back, the road will be blocked and you will be able to advance. If you go back and swim from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the river of water. Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water.
Only Lu Cao in "Jian Jia" knows whether the beautiful woman who has turned into a wish is far away from her own ideal...
It was a perfunctory work written when I was 16, just read it~~
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