The actor's friendship is clear to several people, but it is ruthless but affectionate. The sleeves on the stage are dancing to the horizon, and the flowery face is a little bit spicy.
A lifetime, two begonias, three generations in haste, four seas forgetting each other, five senses and six consciousnesses, seven strings difficult to bury, eight wastes to search for, nine gates of truth. The mortal world is thousands of feet long, where can I go? The sky and the earth are vast, and we are going up against the wind. In February, the flowers are blooming, accompanying you to come and go.
In the past, there was more sadness and laughter. The world is hot and cold, don't think about it; people's hearts are true and false, look at each other with cold eyes. February is fragrant and self-proclaimed.
——In this world, she is the only one I can sacrifice my life to protect. What country, what nation, without her, what meaning does it have to me?
——Great Buddha, you can obviously be saved, why don't you try to save me even if you die!
——Can you get down? I want to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
When will the buried love between the second master and the girl turn into a begonia?