The ancient god, the moon god is revered; he controls the secrets of heaven and is the director of immortal music, and the fate of the three realms is in his mind. Under the bright moon, by the Yao Pond, he made her a wish at the price of three lives and three lives; in Prajna City, by the lotus pond, he saved her life and sent her to the master to learn about world affairs; in the Nine Heavens and Chonghua Palace, he was high above, his smile remained the same, but he was out of reach; A piece of white jade, the entanglement of three lives, It was originally just a drop in the ocean that could be destroyed with a snap of a finger between heaven and earth, a chess piece that fell in the blink of an eye when the Moon God turned his hand over. What was achieved was the cold regent of the three realms in the Zichen Palace, and what was lost was the ignorant and innocent girl beside the Yao Pond. Who has gone through the numerous volumes and wiped away the clouds and mists of millions of years to explore the ancient times, look down upon the world of mortals, and ignore even the catastrophes of heaven, yet cannot escape the fate that is destined for them? Who is the person with peerless grace and scorching red clothes? Even though he is born with unrivaled dignity, he cannot keep the place where his closest relatives and friends belong? Who is this young man with white hair, amazing talent, ambitious and fearless, but he can only live and die in regrets for life after life? I listen to the water melody several times while holding the wine. I wake up from drunkenness in the afternoon and worry about not waking up. When will the spring come back? Facing the evening mirror, it hurts the scenery, and the past events are empty and empty in the later period. It's dark on the sand and on the pond, the clouds break through the moon and the flowers make shadows, and heavy curtains cover the lights. The wind is unstable, people are still at first, and the path will be filled with red sunset tomorrow. When the dust settled, when the legends had become history and finally returned to dust, she finally opened the thick door of Chonghua Palace, but her old friend was no longer there, the past was gone, and only a lone moon was left in the sky shining on the clouds. ~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~. Please hook up and collect.~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~ In short, this article is the story of an awkward and lonely little sheep who is forced to become a wolf by a black-bellied big bad wolf.