The Human World Is Chaotic and Dusty

The first five thousand years, the next five thousand years, etc. A road of mist, rain and dust runs through my life. Pushing through the bustling crowd, I looked for the heart that was still intact. Complete the damage in the criss-crossing encounters. Standing alone in the lonely vast space, I look at the star that has not fallen. In the flash of tears, whose carriage is still passing through. I have walked through countless sunny and cloudy days, but I can still hear your heartbeat; I have walked through many streets and alleys, but I have never seen the light of your cabin. I can't catch up with your figure walking towards the morning light, I can only remember the picture of dusk; I can't distinguish your quiet path towards the dawn, so I have to stand at the intersection of yesterday and wait. Don't say, I am your dream; don't say, you are my person. The fate of the first five thousand years and the last five thousand years, the short life: I am your poetry, you are my destiny... (Pile snow) Briefly: He was an excellent white-collar worker with a bright future. A helpless reincarnation of love and resentment, but it opened her long scroll of troubled times The prosperous flowing water, the overthrown dynasty, who is playing the pipa in the desolation of the setting sun? The blood-stained world where two heroes fight for hegemony, His slender and domineering fingertips cut through the plum blossoms of the snow tower in the next life, His passionate eyes reflect the still waters of the past, The crane sings alone, and the ink-painted eyebrows outside the thousands of feet of smoke are holding fans to hide their smiles. Will the smile under the pear tree become a permanent nightmare in this life? The eight most extraordinary people, the three beauties in the world who are the most outstanding in ancient and modern times. In the duel between the saints and the defying gods, who can transcend reincarnation? She lost time and forgotten the past, but she was still a tear away from him, and the warm humidity on the back of her free hand Beat the Shenwu Tiangu and dance the song "Nanke of Dreams" The mountains are bright and the rivers are beautiful. When the prosperous times come, the young man in Tsing Yi rides the boat and follows the waves, waving his hair in the blue sky: the setting sun is long and the dusk is long, and the clutches and clutches are passed in an instant...