The gauze is transparent, the shadow of the sword remains, the wind and rain are pouring, it is difficult for people to last forever, and it is difficult to accept love.
The dream falls in the south of the Yangtze River, and I can see the end of the world. Holding this hand, the sorrow of the past has turned into heart-broken sorrow. How can I understand it, half-hidden the current situation, and will the nine states be in chaos?
There is a saying: The whirlpool in the center of power is also the whirlpool of secrets. What ordinary people see as prosperity is what they see as extreme night. It breeds hopeful warmth, and at the same time, it also swallows the boundlessness of the dark night. No matter how we investigate, there is an undercurrent surging behind the city's splendor and peace.
He didn't know whether he should be grateful that he had wandered under this shrouded night for a long time, or should he be grateful that he was abandoned by the clouds. He hated this darkness, but the thick fog in his eyes revealed a biting secret wound.
Her bright eyes reflected the vividness of the mountains and rivers, and her pride and pride expressed her confidence and flamboyance. Her life was once warm and beautiful, sunny and sunny, until he gradually became her nightmare. She made a bet with him, and fell into the abyss of light and darkness with him...