An old story, twists and turns, circles, blur. The candle shadow shakes red and the leaves fall, startling me from my deep sleep. When I look back and think about it again, the east wind is full of tears and the smoke is thousands of miles away. The dust has settled, leaving the cliff of hatred, standing alone in the empty tomb, but what about the autumn wind and the bright full moon? We must meet again, in the courtyard at dusk after the begonias bloom and the swallows come.
No matter what, the surging river water wiped away the dust, and when that happened, I managed to escape death.
Startled but looked back, no one can forgive him for his hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
"If you dare to die, I will immediately let Lao Jiu die without a burial place!"
"Didn't you ask me to take good care of your sister? I promise you, as long as you come back to life immediately."
"I... Don't deserve that from you."
"Girl Fu, if you die like this, what will Brother Ninth do?"
"As you said, wait, wait for me, wait for my return."
"I still owe you a lot of favors. Fu'er will get well soon. I... Promise to complete the task."
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The world is like a dream, and a bottle of wine brings back the moon in the river.
Enough is enough. I have made a lot of money in my life and it is worth it.
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Farewell again, where are you sobering up today? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.
How could I have expected that when we meet again, holding hands and looking into each other's teary eyes, we are speechless and choked.
When the dust settles, the king becomes the king and the bandits are defeated. The bamboo stick and mango shoes beat the horse easily. Who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
When I was young, I lived in poverty and happiness, a paradise in the world.
Waiting for tomorrow, I will tell you about old things.