The bright moon rises over the sea,
Singing at midnight.
Artemisia reminds me of old dreams,
Meet the King of God in the Hall of Hell.
The longing for lovesickness in the stone is painful,
It's cold in the sky.
The white tower separates the world,
Wushan in the mist and rain.
It was vaguely familiar Wushan. I sat on a moss-covered stone by the stream, stroking the clear stream with my bare feet and smiling at him.
It was a man in white clothes. He smiled, held my hand, and slowly walked out of the deep valley and walked under the trees full of peach blossoms. The sunshine is light and the fallen flowers are like rain.
As if the wind was blowing through the green leaves of a forest, his voice suddenly rang through my ears.
"According to legend, there is an ancient musical instrument named Ruan. The melody it plays is so beautiful that even immortals are fascinated by it. I will name you A Ruan, okay?"
PS: If I write this article, there should be eight chapters. Each poem is a chapter of story~
Reader comments
I miss someone far away. I feel something, deep in my heart. My hometown is far away and I can't go there without looking at it every day. I can't understand it deep in my intestines, and I don't think about it every night.
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I miss someone far away. I feel something, deep in my heart. My hometown is far away and I can't go there without looking at it every day. I can't understand it deep in my intestines, and I don't think about it every night.
Cry to death. . . I don't know if this is considered be or he😭