This feeling can only be recalled, and I still feel confused when I recall it from afar.
Life is a dream. When you wake up from the dream, the tea is not cold yet.
The breeze didn't understand the meaning, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
The red maple moon is still there, only the figures are drunk.
Sadness brings tears to the eyes and makes people drunk.
Deep in love, lovesickness has turned to ashes.
A startling glance, a vast sea of change.
In the ninth year of Jingming Dynasty, the situation was turbulent. This was destined to be a gloomy era, and it was also destined to be an era of rising martial arts.
A small sect in Luoyang rose rapidly, and its name was Guanyun Tower.