The following is the author's literary and artistic version of the copy:
The wind rises and the flowers fall, I still remember when I was young. Taohua smiled, and when she looked back, the time was just right.
In an instant, the vast world grew old.
There is certainly love and infatuation in the world, but the infatuation is wrong. This hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. How can I be jealous of the enchanting mountains and rivers?
Then I'll give you a vernacular romance version:
In troubled times, the corpses of heroes pave the way to the supreme.
The bright moon in the sky, when can we catch it?
He closed his eyes, and what he could smell at the tip of his nose was still the strong smell of blood. The sound of handover between Jin and Ge lingered in my ears. However, what comes to mind is the ten miles of peach blossoms between the clear sky and the earth - that is her, and that is the reason for everything.
When I am the emperor, the bright moon will be my betrothal. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers can give you innocent indulgence.
Ahem, if the girl who reads the copy believes it, you might as well read the author's inner complaint:
In short, this is a story about a middle-aged man and a coquettish man competing for a girl.
There are countless bizarre human beings and bloody plots. Substitute memes, brothers liking the same girl, etc. In addition, there are some sick men and virgin women...
Silently complaining, but I don't like Bai Lianhua as the heroine, but I prefer scheming men in this life.
Yuanmu... I am very serious about writing YY articles in literary and fresh words~
Pfft~ That little literary and fresh sentence made me embarrassed.