At that time, the world was tilted, at that time, the stars and frost changed, at that time, the blood stained the gold and cut off the red silk ribbons, at that time, the beautiful years were drunk with the bright moon, and in a blink of an eye, the swallows passed by, a curtain of late autumn, and the tragic song was not yet complete.
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If I met you in this life, it was because the spring breeze of that year forgot to cover up our breath, so that in the vast sea of people, I had to turn around and look back at you with enlightenment. Then let me remember you, from the young man to the old man with white hair, every yesterday is more distinct than today, just like the inkstone on the end of the inkstone, the pen on the rice paper, the long splendid scroll spread out on the red sandalwood table, and the black and white words on the white paper with every stroke of pen, vivid and vivid. The days spent with you in this life are joyful songs, clear lyrics, a piece of music played on the piano between the blue waves of the willows, and every note is a peach blossom. And after I say goodbye to you, the new poems written by grass are filled with sadness in my bones. From now on, who will accompany me? I will send you messages from far away across the galaxy, ringing and drumming every year.
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Who was planning the battle of Jingnan? A hero in troubled times, who will pay for his deep frown and infatuated smile? Who can balance royal grievances, filial piety, love and hatred? It's hard to understand love and hate. Who can share the bright moon? This mighty wind, the splendid world, the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes, and the demonic fire in the palace, have been passed by each other, but in the end, they are no match for the beloved, who smiles all over the city. Let's look behind the veil of history in the world of war, and see the nameless princess of the Ming Dynasty, who lived a young and beautiful life.