Hard to Find Pleasure

Hard to find in the world, it is pure joy. When he understood this truth, he had already left Chang'an for a long time. After leaving, he went to many places and met many people—— Three thousand miles north of Li, he had soldiers who lived and died together; in the sixteen continents south of the Yangtze River, he had beauties who shared the same cup. There is also the miasma of Miao and Shu lands, as well as the number of brave and heroic heroes... In a dream, everyone in the world is a guest, coming and going in a hurry. He originally thought that he might never return to Chang'an for the rest of his life, but in countless dreams of foreign lands - whether it was windy outside the tent or misty and rainy beside his pillow - he could always see a familiar round of moonlight. This moonlight once fell on the glimmering water of Qinglong River, on the dense apricot flowers at the foot of Nanshan Mountain and the jade flute in the young man's hand, and on the seemingly endless and silent darkness under the eaves of Changle Hall. This reminded him of many things in his youth. Thinking of the fact that he once had a close friend, they also drank together in Nanshan and played the piano and flute together. Thinking of his brother, the supreme being of thousands of miles, he is the person he least wants to see again in this world, but misses him the most. It seems that all this has passed a long time ago, and the flowers in Jiangnan have bloomed and fallen many times. The moonlight was still the gentlest moonlight he had ever seen in his life. Click on the author's name to enter the column. After bookmarking the column, you will be reminded when opening a new article. #Invite{color:#FF0000; font-weight: bold; border-style: double;} Intention: