I have always been fond of the romantic love stories of the Republic of China. It seems that there is endless romance and desolation. Through the continuation and continuation of the panic of history... The romance continues and the sadness continues. The Republic of China, what a sad word, what a gloomy era! In a bloody, turbulent and dreary period, these romantic, heart-wrenching, strong and sighing loves are like a ray of red in the darkness, adding luxury; they are also like a silhouette on the bank of the West Lake at sunset, bright and delicate, blooming with strange brilliance in the silent history.
In the era of the transition between the old and new cultures of the Republic of China, these love affairs were looked down upon and even condemned by public opinion. But in the eyes of talented men and women with the blood of literati flowing in their bones, the world can be discarded, the family can be discarded, but love cannot be discarded. They played a passionate and romantic concerto with their talents, singing from the old society to the new society, and singing beautiful movements from history. Under the exaggeration of literati, love sprouts flowers from the gray tree trunks, colorful and delicate... Very beautiful, very beautiful, enchanting the old customs and brightening the love in this world.
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