Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the sparse windows.
Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
Don't drink wine to wake you up from heavy sleep in spring. Reading will make your hair fragrant.
At that time, it was just commonplace.
——Nalan Rongruo
The prosperity is gone, the song ends and people disperse. When everything becomes a passing cloud, looking back, I find that I am just a spectator, but my heart does not hurt. The original decision, the father and son in this life, and the ever-evolving emotions, where should people go?
The fallen flowers are speechless, and the people are as pale as chrysanthemums. When reality turns this into a luxury, looking back suddenly, my heart is already riddled with holes. Where should we go with the mother's earnest expectations and the moral and filial piety in this world?
A love story that makes people sigh. The two families have a deep relationship. In this life, the father and son were wronged in the previous life. The fallen flowers are as silent as chrysanthemums.
