Dongfei

- "When time is running out and love and hate are fading away, why should we rely on it?" "... Memory." Under the flowers, a phoenix begs for the phoenix, the guqin pulses, and the colorful butterflies are wild. The phoenix comes to the wine table, and suddenly the soul disappears. At that time, the new smoke of weeping willows condensed into green; at that time, the scenery was like shaking flowers and broken moon, and the lake was drunk; at that time, hibiscus flying catkins and butterflies followed; at that time, the night was quiet, and I was carefree and leaning against the wind with my golden bottle; at that time, I was afraid that the pear clouds were dreaming cold, and the apricot fragrance was melancholy... - If we meet in this life, it will be a fleeting glimpse of fate. It will suddenly change and flow into the history books, and it will be smeared with thick and colorful strokes. We will break through the billowing world of mortals and face the vicissitudes of life. Knowing love is like poisonous wine and you can drink it freely. In this way, each other's brows can be filled with joy, their beauty can be revealed, and their eyes can be clear and clear. Just like that, in the floating world, light and dim, the road ahead is dark and confusing, I test the boiling and bloody nature of love, the tender heart turns over and over, and the love is stronger than ever. Or there is a heartfelt feeling that has not been expressed, but has been turned over in the heart a thousand times, only to wait for time to gradually extinguish the many feelings and disappear into silence. It can also be compared with the wind and frost, the lingering sorrow and sorrow, the harmony of the piano and the harp, and finally it became a dream of Nanke. - Who pointed deep in the palace and set up heavy obstacles? The thorns pierced the ignorant and weak bones, and the vicissitudes of life soaked into his clear eyes in an instant. Who is it that beats the war drums on a bright moonlit night, marches across the wilderness with gold and iron horses, and burns the bones with beacon fire? Who is the guest who lives in Dongfei, with his horse coiled and his bow bent, laying out a charming scene in the silence, making people yearn for each other and find it difficult to lose sight of the sun. Who is strolling on the winding verandah, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance? There seems to be all kinds of worries between the brows, all of which are "Who knows this love..." - "What is love?" "This thing is intangible and difficult to describe in words." "What if we transform it into another form?" "It is like a green weed, which springs into life when blown and continues to grow wildly. It is also like mist, which rises and falls but never disperses." "... It's useless to think of love, so it's better to throw it away. What if you accidentally get it?" "There is probably no way to resolve this situation." "No plan... No plan... Is there no plan to eliminate it..."