Whatever you want, whatever you want.
Dreams are confusing.
In a trance, I heard the man repeatedly chanting such a calm and transparent sentence in a voice that was bone-deep, over and over again, echoing and hovering in my ears, "The wind and flowers are like the wind and flowers, smiling at the vicissitudes of the world; the fireworks are extinguished, and the wind and clouds of life are indifferent..."
Can he really live up to his name and look at the world with a cold eye?
The rivers and lakes are turbulent. A hundred years without strings, one song after another. What kind of twists and turns and bizarre experiences will he have?
In the court, the new king succeeds, all the kings are talented, and the world is at peace. Is it a true portrayal of the relationship between king and minister? Or the tranquility and windlessness before the storm is about to come?
Entanglement.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, someone was surprised to find that he was actually her!
I don't know when the cause was sown and started to entangle. Is it taking or giving up?
What I want in this life is just to go boating on the river with the moon in the snow, sing to the wind and admire the moon, and reproduce the song of mountains and flowing water, and the world-famous flowers. Can such a simple wish come true?
There is a sentence in the hexagram of a magic stick that says "Both places are nowhere to be seen"...
Note: A woman disguises herself as a man in this article; all poems and articles in this article that are not marked are original.
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