The saint gave Dai Yirou two pills.
The name of the pill is Butterfly Without Tears.
Butterflies are born unable to shed tears.
They are beautiful elves flying among the flowers.
The tip of the nose smells the fragrance. The lips taste the fragrance.
They are immersed in the fragrance and pure honey of flowers all their lives.
No worries, no tears.
What can I do?
The spring flowers are full of love, and the autumn wind brings sorrow.
Gratitude and resentment, right and wrong.
One day.
When a butterfly also has sadness.
Is the tearless butterfly still the same?
With a smile on his face,
Wandering around,
Spreading its butterfly wings that know no worries,
Lightly dancing among the flowers.
The sadness that comes back,
Maybe evaporated into water vapor by sunlight,
The dense atmosphere becomes a humid late spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
Maybe it becomes a turbulent river,
When the disillusionment and sadness stir up another storm,
undercurrent of sadness
Then the wind carried the snow, falling beads and rolling jade, and surged down.
Straight into the butterfly's cool heart.
Xu Xiuwen Dai Yirou: When the dashing swordsman meets the butterfly
His face is hidden in the deepest part of the water vapor in the south of the Yangtze River. Green shirt and white face, as pale as melted water.
Lovesickness makes people grow old.
But he read it for five hundred years.
He concealed his sad brows,
All that can be seen is the white face, long lapel, and pink hair on the temples of that year.
They join hands in the world. The time is just right.
She often sits on the shore of the sea. Staring at the sky.
The sky she saw was so clean and blue.
It's the way he looks when he smiles.
She would never meet a man who made her attracted like him again.
It's just a glimpse of the golden age.
But she has since lost the ability to love others.
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