Jinse has fifty strings for no reason,
One string and one column miss the Chinese years.
Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies,
I hope the emperor's spring heart will be supported by the cuckoo.
The bright moon in the sea has tears,
The sun in Lantian is warm and the jade is smoky.
This feeling can be remembered,
It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
She was originally a fairy from the Nine Heavens, but because of an unintentional glance at the mortal world, she was forever doomed...
The cruelest thing in the world is to take away her heart and let her meet that person...
As the sun sets, a slender figure casts on the screen wall, with long soft black hair tied up behind his head and slowly fluttering in the wind. He is wearing a blue coarse cloth gown, covered with a gray and white fine plaid coat, a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, slightly narrowed eyes, a straight bridge of nose, and a flute playing on his lips. The melodious and low sound of the flute drifted to my ears, gently and lowly, like a lonely traveler.
She lost her heart and could no longer fall in love with him, but because of her obsession, she protected him... She was a spotless fairy who could not go back because of him. For him, she gave up her immortality...