Dancing in the Cold Moonlight

Jianghu The waves open and close, just like in the rivers and lakes. One wave has not yet calmed down, and the other has been made. When I was young, I always imagined that I was carrying a three-foot green sword, performing chivalry in the world, punishing good and punishing evil, and enjoying infinite joy. And the older I get, the more I feel that it was the dream I once had when I was young. Therefore, we can only find the freedom of the rivers and lakes, the importance of the rivers and lakes, and the distance of the rivers and lakes in words. There are chaos in the rivers and lakes, and many heroes are lonely. The world is in chaos, and the wolfish ambitions of the Ruif tribe have frightened people in the martial arts circles of the Central Plains. Heroes emerge from troubled times, and heroes from all walks of life come armed with swords, uniting together with the righteousness that only people in the world have. The affairs of the world are a thousand pounds, and a hero can bear eight hundred. Although Leng Ruohan is young, he has already shouldered the heavy burden of eight hundred. He was originally a character in mythology, with a heart as pious as Buddha, but for the sake of thousands of people, he resolutely stepped in front of everyone and took on the responsibility of protecting everyone. Even if his body is shattered to pieces, even if he is destroyed forever... Sometimes he is like an old man. I have seen the bitterness of the world, experienced the various tastes of the world, understood the truth of the world, and treated the world with a compassionate heart. Sometimes he is like a passionate young man. He alone shoulders the responsibility for the safety of the world, alone bears his own powerlessness, alone bears the hurt given by others in the name of love, but he always wants to protect the safety of those around him. He is like a spontaneous child at times. He truly accepts all the love given to him by everyone; he truly accepts being followed as a god; he truly accepts the worship of the world, so he is as indecisive as a child. Such people are destined to be lonely. So, in the dead of night, Mouyu looked at the child and sighed inexplicably. But the question is, who understands his heart? But the question is, who knows about his love? But the question is, who knows that there are times when he is so tired that he is unable to do anything? However, when he was tired and no longer wanted to persist, he found that even his life belonged to others and could not be thrown away or discarded. Who could know? So, when Mouyu closed her eyes and closed the article, she finally turned her sadness into a weak sigh in the wind. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other. I often talk to people: What is love in this world? Is it better to be vigorous or to be flat and true? Or should you say it loudly when you love it, or should you just hide your love in your heart, not express it clearly, and just guard it silently. But, no matter which one it is, it is love, which makes the world a myriad of sweet and bitter emotions. Ruohan is an enviable person. He has countless loves. Xiaoxiao, Wenxuan, Mo Cang, and Zijin who surround him all love Ruohan so deeply. They never mention it, but they are all willing to give their lives for him... You are the only most important person in the world. I don't care about the country, as long as you smile. Such deep feelings, although not expressed, have already placed a heavy burden on that sensitive person's heart. Therefore, he could penetrate the sky and the earth with his sword, but he could only raise his cup to the moon and sing: Qingqing Zijin, lingering in my heart. Do you know the people who have passed away? So, he concealed his youthful unruliness, broke off a branch of cold plum, blew the fallen snow on the dust, and cried to the sky, saying: We are farewell in the past and now, how many times will we see each other again in the fleeting years? The time is far gone, and all the floating life has come to rest in this world. Can those who have gone to the end of the world listen? So, when I looked up, I couldn't find the azure color; when I looked down, I found that I wasn't even qualified to accompany him. So, forget it, it is better to forget it. If the fate of the previous life is destined to not let each other live together, then it is better to forget each other in the world... Perhaps Ruohan has also heard that ethereal song, coming from the horizon: Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely. Born as a hero, died as a spirit. I miss you Qingjin, out of reach. Purple lightning clear frost will not last long. What is a hero in the rivers and lakes? Just boil plum wine, taste swords, watch the smoke rising, and do your best to be a hero. Everyone in the world is a hero! In the end, I was drunk and dreaming, but I didn't know that the wind and sand were rolling to the horizon, and the sea had already turned into mulberry fields... The above is a character comment given by a certain bird at the request of the author. I hope you will understand the things that are not satisfactory. Oral commentator: Qingyu

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Bugs crawled over and scored...

This is a very sad article

This is a very sad article

Is it over? It's a pity

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Is it over? It's not enough~~

Hey~~I hope they don't die~

Sigh You really know how to torment people...