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Red follows the step, the fragrance remains the same, among the fragrant bushes, who is it, with a misty smile and a loud voice? The willows at the ferry are green, and the branches and leaves are separated from love. I wish I could grow up and be a person far away from love. I have been a human being for three lifetimes, asking for love in three lifetimes, and now I have become miserable and full of sadness. Suddenly looking back, I realized that the word fate was engraved before three lives and carved among the lingering thoughts. Conspiracy, love, hatred, Unraveling layer by layer, attaching layer by layer, the road comes to the end Only then did I realize that the peace and tranquility along the way had been passed down through the blood and tears of others. Missed again and again, misunderstood again and again, broken heart, lost soul Finally, at that moment, in the mist, a long-lost perfection was composed However, the world has gone through vicissitudes of life and the dust has changed. Thousands of years have passed, leaving a trace of love, hate and infatuation More and more threads are left, and they are constantly reduced, and the lingering entanglement between life and death A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy in two places? Love each other but not love each other, who will be the spring! ——[Qing Dynasty] Nalan Xingde's "Painting Spring" ps: cruel to the heart, please enter with caution if you don't like it "The continuation of lingering thoughts in the world of mortals" Click this link to enter the article "The continuation of the lingering memories: Who is spring on a clear day" Click this link to enter the article Intention: