When the fleeting God of Time shows mercy and teaches Tianyu to use all his strength to create a clear light that makes people feel at ease, even if it is only a superficial illusion or a gossamer-like trace, they have already been uncontrollably nailed to the wheel of destiny for eternity and never stops breathing for a moment, until the cold embrace of death is approaching.
When Feixue changed from the elegant poems of the oriental country that stood on the top of the world pyramid and coexisted with the dignified sun day and night, which will go down in history forever, it was like shooting a white deer in the sky for half a lifetime, and the trembling threads of the three goddesses of reversing fate spread uncontrollably throughout the prehistoric times.
When the plateau no longer has the tranquility of the loess that only leaves traces like gossamers, nor is it like the curtains of falling flowers and running water that reincarnate season after season on the other side, which can make people pity and add sadness, but in this distant world where the fog never clears and the clouds do not fall for many years, it is so cold that people can't feel the slightest chill, just like the glacier flowing in the embrace of death.
Only the sun and the moon alternate, and the gods and demons are immortal.
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Fei Yu drinks alone under the moon and becomes Kong Gu Lan
A song of longing and longing for each other in autumn, looking at Hua Cang alone
See again the stormy weather during the Qingming Festival, twins in Xiaoxiang
The glimpse of the morning dew and the epiphyllum should be with you. The third generation is in panic.
The soldiers came to the city and swung their spears to kill three thousand crows. The four nights were desolate.
There is no song in troubled times, the chess game in Shangzhou is stained with blood, and the five cities are silent
The seven-stringed zither song will last for eternity and the Six Dynasties will be frivolous
When did the orchids in the empty valley smile and echo? Qiqiao Qingshang
Looking back and looking at the dim lights of Fusheng in the distance, Bali Begonia
I vaguely remember the lingering thoughts of that late winter, the nine inches of desolation
Can Xue's glitz buries the end of memory, Shili Hongzhuang
