When I was young, I often dreamed about military affairs and traveling alone for thousands of miles with my sword in hand.
The gold beads and silver bullets are pouring into my chest, and the fragrant skirt, powdered noodles and cup are not stopped.
The liver and gallbladder are linked to each other, and the world is leveled.
Young Master Baoju Qingqiu raised his eyebrows and showed his fiery heart.
Suddenly I saw a young girl wearing silk silk, which turned nine times and was exquisite and elusive.
It makes me swallow the fruit of lovesickness by mistake, and it's like King Xiang who wasted his time.
The flowing water has no intention of adding waves, how can one hold the sorrow of falling flowers.
The mirage passes like a shadow, and the west wind breaks the setting sun in the desert.
Yellow sand is flying, and the sky and earth are the same bright or dark color. What lingers on the sand dunes that stretch for thousands of miles under the blue sky is this meandering yellow, with deep and shallow colors, thick and light. In Dunhuang, in this desolate land, the only sounds that echo throughout the day are the occasional camel caravans passing by and the distant, dreamlike Sanskrit chanting. There is also the sound of wind carrying the exquisite sand from Mingsha Mountain, evolving into an ethereal sound.
The old road is westerly and the horses are thin, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
If a young man comes to this last piece of land under the sunset with all his passion and dreams, he will become a vigorous legend, or he will carry all the stories and disappear sadly in this unique wind.
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This article involves a lot of philosophy and Buddhist teachings. It is for the purpose of seeing dead people and should be cautious if you don't like to think.