The ancestors of the servants traveled all over the world, and then came to the capital, where they lived south of the west side road of Jinliang Bridge in the west of the state. Gradually he stood upright, just under the chariot hub. As time goes by, peace and prosperity flourish. As a young boy, he is good at encouraging people; as an old man, he does not know how to fight. Each season has its own viewing pleasure. On the night of lanterns and moonlight, when the flowers bloom in the snow, I beg for my skills, climb high, teach the pond and play in the garden. When you raise your eyes, you can see the brothel painting pavilion and the beaded curtain embroidering the household. Carved carriages compete in Tianjie, BMWs compete on Royal Road, gold and green are dazzling, and Luoqi is fragrant. The new voice is smiling in the Liumo Flower Street, and the strings are being tuned in the tea house and wine shop. The eight wastelands are fighting to get together, and all the countries are connected. The curiosities collected from all over the world are all returned to the market; the peculiar smells of Huihuan District are all stored in the kitchen. The roads are full of flowers, so why not limit spring outings; the flutes and drums are noisy, and several families are having a night banquet. Skills can amaze people's ears and eyes, and extravagance can enhance people's spirit. Looking at the sky, you can see the Jiaochi on the first night of the Yuan Dynasty, and pay homage to Meng Xiang in the suburbs. The princess falls and the prince accepts the concubine. If you build it, you will create a bright hall; if you smelt it, you will build a cauldron. I have spent several years enjoying many tours, but I never get tired of it.
Once war breaks out, things will change and people will change. I secretly think back to those days when things were frugal, people were harmonious and beautiful, but it turned out to be regretful. When meeting relatives recently and talking about the past, future generations often make mistakes. It is a pity that if a servant is afraid of being immersed for a long time and discusses his customs, he will lose sight of the facts. I would like to record it carefully and compile it into a collection. When I open the book, I can see its prosperity at that time. The ancients had a dream trip to the country of Huaxu, and their joy was boundless. Now I think about it and look back with sadness. Could it be that it was Huaxu's dream? The title is "Meng Hua Lu". ————Piano player
Fragmented fairy tales pieced together into a beautiful picture. How many joys and sorrows are there in life, how many misunderstandings, and how much hatred can't be achieved? A bowl of water on the road to the underworld was gone, and the pain and joy oozing from the fingertips remained on both sides of the underworld, blooming into bright red and coquettish mantha pearls. All obsessions, all unwillingness, all regrets, all hatred condensed into a flower. One plant in every life, draw the ground as a prison.
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