A wisp of dark sandalwood incense brings back the war fires that once blanketed the land. At the edge of the sky, is that a red cloud or a blaze of flames? I cannot bring myself to say goodbye.
Nirvana was never humanity's fate. The years pass, and what blooms into a dream becomes a nightmare! Searching and searching, I sink deep into memories of a past life! Whose obsession is the mandala flower, after all? Whose gaze will rest on that face from a past life?
In a hall steeped in history, who holds fast to their faith? At sunset, dreaming of the desert's barren sands, how many old trees and dusk-calling crows remain? How many dead branches lie beneath the yellow sand?
Whose fireworks bloom, only to vanish from the sky in an instant! Happiness that passed me by, care given in haste, sorrowful confessions, none can stop my steps! I drink until I'm drunk, drowning my love, helplessly keeping watch from afar!
Though I long to escape this world of strife and live freely with the one I love, far from it all, how can I escape what is fated? It is nothing but a vain hope! How can I easily break free of the mission bestowed upon me by Heaven?
Though your face is cold and your heart hard, your will is firm and unyielding! Who knows you once yearned for family affection? Who remembers how young you once were, or that you once loved? You hid your light for the one you loved, and found some comfort in it, yet you remained alone! As in the beginning, a face flickers faintly in your dreams, and all you can do is hold back your tears and stubbornly endure.
Though your ambitions soar higher than the heavens, fate has made your life as fragile as paper! Whatever you want, you must fight for it yourself! Win or lose, you will have no regrets! It all began with that one word, virtue, and brought you to ruin! Grief lies everywhere, the wind blows cold, dusk gathers thickly, and ambushes close in from every side! You cannot calculate the will of Heaven, nor fathom the human heart. Half a life spent trapped in a cocoon of your own making, and in the end, even knowing it was all for nothing, you still cannot awaken.
Though you can read everyone's heart, you cannot change their fate! You cannot protect those you wish to protect, nor save those you wish to save! Only regrets remain! Just the sorrow stamped on a withered dandelion.
Time flows like water over the Forbidden City's rooftops. You once grew up here, devising your plans and strategies, all for the chance to sit high in the great hall, never knowing that in the end you would still be alone and heartbroken!
You swing your sword against the wind, beneath scattered stars. Longing etched into the strings of the zither breaks a beauty's heart! History's clamor surges on, bewildering and wild, while the words in your hand go unrestrained! One storm of war fades away, and all that remains is a dream of a life returned to its beginning!
Premise:
What did you write? Are you embarrassed to show it?
It's not very refreshing to write, and it's a bit tiring to read, and it feels like I'm reading a report.
Come on Fengfeng~~~Xixi, your writing is getting better and better
Come on! This is such a long article, please continue, support
My dear, you have already made your debut at 130 years old. You are so energetic! Well! I've published a book, and I'm my agent!
Hey, happy new year, please keep updating, okay?
Poof The sofa is full of rice and tears run down my face. . . . . . . . . .
Come and see my family, four~~~ are miserable. . .
Throw flowers~~ float by, draw circles and curse you, drop happiness from the sky and hit you on the head
Feng Feng, the minister is here. He is not in good condition, but he still posts as usual every month. Seeing Feng Feng working so hard to update, I felt ashamed for a certain month... By the way, I ran around a lot in the afternoon and finally found your place, Kaka, it's not easy, just accept this monthly routine, hehe!