Encountering a beautiful article is like encountering a person in the evening of spring. Lush and fragrant grass, gurgling water, lingering light, four eyes facing each other, two people in love. As her eyes wandered, thousands of words turned into one sentence: "So, you are here." When I first saw this article, I was moved by the ethereal, light and elegant writing style. After reading it carefully, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there is a vague sadness between the lines, as well as the first and last sentences of the article. Li Shang, Li Shang, the shadows become twins. Unfortunately, both places are devastated, so they bury this body and mind. If you and I just meet and can't stay together, then I just hope that you and I will never forget each other. But in the dead of night, when there was silence, I discovered that everything you left for me, including your voice as gentle as jade, your smile as pure as snow, and your gaze as bright as the moon, all had warmth, but I lost myself in this warmth. To be able to write such exquisite prose, one must have a clear, calm and graceful heart. I was thinking that the author must be such a delicate woman. Her lips are slightly opened when she speaks, her steps are like lotus steps when she walks, and her smile is as shallow as a pear, which makes people peaceful and reassuring.
The sorrow of separation, the sorrow of separation. If life is just like the first time we met, it is suitable for the sad autumn wind to draw a fan. If we hadn't met, if we hadn't met, would everything have changed? It's a pity that there is no what if, so there would be such a tragedy. Love is born without knowing its origin. Leaving Sang, it's a cold night in the north. Whose fault is it, and who fell in love with whom? Li Sang, do you regret it? It was just ordinary at that time, and everything in the past had long been wiped out. This is a sad fairy tale and a beautiful story. The author tells this story in a sad tone. Li Sang, who whispers which song of departure when parting? None of you are wrong. It's just fate. If you don't live well, you can't afford to die. Before dawn, who is willing to accompany you to watch the last dawn? This is the author's description of Li Shang.
So sorry, I posted it wrong, please correct it here in the book review!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I just want to know whether you are Fu Chou, Wang Hongxi, or someone else." He asked me with interest. "Then you, His Highness the Third Prince of Beilin, what other identity do you have apart from Mo Yan?" Even if you tell the truth, I will no longer hide it. Mo Wen on the side looked at me with a straight face. "Oh, it turns out that our masks have been seen through by each other. Even if you know me, why did you come to kill me? Which enemy sent you?" Bei Linye raised his eyebrows.
Just as I was about to speak, blood spurted out, and there was an arrow stuck in my chest. I only remember that when the arrow in Mo Wen's hand flew toward the old woman, I stood in front of her without hesitation. "My daughter, my daughter!" The old woman knelt beside me, sobbing. A difficult smile appeared on my face.
"Who told you to do it!" Bei Linye's furious roar could be heard in his ears, and his face showed unprecedented panic. Is it all coming to an end? It dawned on me. I haven't taken revenge yet! But I can't and don't want to take revenge. Azusa, I'm sorry. . . . . .
There was a blush on her chest, and the mask on her face slipped off again somehow. Bei Linye's unbelievable voice sounded, "Are you the little wolf guard of the third prince of the Southern Kingdom?" I fell into his arms, and I smiled proudly, letting out the last of my youth with abandon. . . . . .
Encountering a beautiful article is like encountering a person in the evening of spring. Lush and fragrant grass, gurgling water, lingering light, four eyes facing each other, two people in love. As her eyes wandered, thousands of words turned into one sentence: "So, you are here." When I first saw this article, I was moved by the ethereal, light and elegant writing style. After reading it carefully, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there is a vague sadness between the lines, as well as the first and last sentences of the article. Li Shang, Li Shang, the shadows become twins. Unfortunately, both places are devastated, so they bury this body and mind. If you and I just meet and can't stay together, then I just hope that you and I will never forget each other. But in the dead of night, when there was silence, I discovered that everything you left for me, including your voice as gentle as jade, your smile as pure as snow, and your gaze as bright as the moon, all had warmth, but I lost myself in this warmth. To be able to write such exquisite prose, one must have a clear, calm and graceful heart. I was thinking that the author must be such a delicate woman. Her lips are slightly opened when she speaks, her steps are like lotus steps when she walks, and her smile is as shallow as a pear, which makes people peaceful and reassuring.
The sorrow of separation, the sorrow of separation. If life is just like the first time we met, it is suitable for the sad autumn wind to draw a fan. If we hadn't met, if we hadn't met, would everything have changed? It's a pity that there is no what if, so there would be such a tragedy. Love is born without knowing its origin. Leaving Sang, it's a cold night in the north. Whose fault is it, and who fell in love with whom? Li Sang, do you regret it? It was just ordinary at that time, and everything in the past had long been wiped out. This is a sad fairy tale and a beautiful story. The author tells this story in a sad tone. Li Sang, who whispers which song of departure when parting? None of you are wrong. It's just fate. If you don't live well, you can't afford to die. Before dawn, who is willing to accompany you to watch the last dawn? This is the author's description of Li Shang.
So sorry, I posted it wrong, please correct it here in the book review! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I just want to know whether you are Fu Chou, Wang Hongxi, or someone else." He asked me with interest. "Then you, His Highness the Third Prince of Beilin, what other identity do you have apart from Mo Yan?" Even if you tell the truth, I will no longer hide it. Mo Wen on the side looked at me with a straight face. "Oh, it turns out that our masks have been seen through by each other. Even if you know me, why did you come to kill me? Which enemy sent you?" Bei Linye raised his eyebrows. Just as I was about to speak, blood spurted out, and there was an arrow stuck in my chest. I only remember that when the arrow in Mo Wen's hand flew toward the old woman, I stood in front of her without hesitation. "My daughter, my daughter!" The old woman knelt beside me, sobbing. A difficult smile appeared on my face. "Who told you to do it!" Bei Linye's furious roar could be heard in his ears, and his face showed unprecedented panic. Is it all coming to an end? It dawned on me. I haven't taken revenge yet! But I can't and don't want to take revenge. Azusa, I'm sorry. . . . . . There was a blush on her chest, and the mask on her face slipped off again somehow. Bei Linye's unbelievable voice sounded, "Are you the little wolf guard of the third prince of the Southern Kingdom?" I fell into his arms, and I smiled proudly, letting out the last of my youth with abandon. . . . . .