Alas, that year, I was Yichen's cherished hibiscus, held in his palm; Yu Yin's cinnabar between the brows and in the heart; Wu He’s fragrant shadow at the fingertips; Qi Chen’s white rainbow in his eyes; and Rong Jiu’s flower-adorned beauty painted on his umbrella.
In this splendid feast, where fortunes changed in an instant, how could the banquet be complete without my cup?
Looking back over a hundred years, I wake with a start: once no more than a speck of dust, I meet my old friend again, yet we do not know each other.
I can only sigh: do not write a new verse for this song of parting; one melody is enough to tie the knots of heartbreak.
I can only sigh: why did you have to make me miss my promise at the Qin Tower?
Come on, your ability to describe scenery is far superior to mine.
The writing style is very exquisite, with a strong ancient flavor. The hairpins and background are not as outrageous, plain and fzl as other large articles. Like\(≧▽≦)/
The writing style is very exquisite, with a strong ancient flavor. The hairpins and background are not as outrageous, plain and fzl as other large articles. Like\(≧▽≦)/
Beautiful writing, very good, very good
The author's writing is quite ancient and also quite beautiful.