, [Green plums wither, bamboo horses grow old, from now on everyone I love will be like you. [Twelve stories show you different beauties of the Han Dynasty.
He walked out and looked at the drizzle of rain soaking the long street entrance.
Those lost memories submerged in the gaps between the stone bricks are greenish in color, like frost staining a bronze mirror.
The wind blows through the vestibule, and the water stains wet the window edge. Old dreams are hidden under the sycamore leaves.
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They have now become elusive stars, dancing alone in another world that they can never reach.
Their past.
Past events, love, hate, entanglements,
All have become secrets buried in the endless wind of March.
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How lucky is Cangshan to lose Guxue?
Is it Cangshan who bears Guxue, or are they unable to bear each other's dissolution?
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