The white rabbit wanders here and there, its clothes are not as good as new, its people are not as good as before.
On the open grassland, with the wind and rain about to come, she was dressed in white gauze dragging the ground. She suddenly remembered a similar scene there. Her ethereal eyes looked at the withered yellow line where the sky and the earth meet, and she slowly read out this poem.
Han, Anonymous, "Gu Yan Ge"
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Mu Rongqiu, who was originally frustrated, looked at everything with a false outlook on life after waking up. He was even more secretive about the relationship between men and women. On the outside, he looked bright and beautiful, but on the inside, he was like rotten wood, with its foundation rotten long ago. But God still seems to be favoring her. After being obscure, she can still have such unspeakable brightness. Meeting such a nerd has made her the sweetest dream in her life. . . . . .
Just when she thought happiness was about to visit her, a blue snow bead triggered a century-old grudge, a bloody pursuit in the rivers and lakes, her ex-husband and her sister, Jinlan and her lover. . .
All performed together. .
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A bright moon on the sea surface
Spread the brilliance infinitely
Whose yearning is that?
On the shore of heaven
Describes the language of dream weaving
The sword cuts off the oath and looks at the years in the mirror
Listen to whose singing
Singing about the vicissitudes of life
The wind blows through the snowy wasteland
Tears broken into a curtain of dream beads
Listen to the sword singing and watch the snow fall
The sound of the flute is lonely despite the waning rain at night
The sea fog has filled the air. Where is the Tianhe River?
Who is Duiyue Liuzhu?
Blue sea waves
Can't find the way back
Moonlight over the sea, dreams woven into a brocade book
————The bright moon in the sea Xinran
I want to revise my essay. . . . .
The plot is not compact and too scattered. If I don't change it, a lot of pen and ink will probably be wasted.
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