Due to emotion and reason, even when I saw Gu Xishan in front of the moonflower, I should not be able to say more than a few words.
But now my stomach is full of stories, all entanglements, all grudges, all worries. Not only did I not want to be silent and hide if I could, but I longed to be an old woman among the people, holding his hand and chatting about family matters all night long. I looked at him with resentment as if water had accumulated. There was a distance of about two feet, and Gu Xishan was also looking at me. It was quiet at night. When I looked at him, I didn't feel tired at all. He looked at me without any trace of emotion. There were crickets chirping in the grass, and he suddenly smiled at me.
"Beautiful lady, the moon is full of begonias, and the murmuring water reflects the mountain stream."
His legend has been repeated thousands of times, scattered by the spring breeze of hundreds of miles;
She was worried about everything and was on the verge of death under the curtains.
The high bridge in the fog, the curtain is rising;
The city is surrounded by snow, and music and songs are separated.
Destiny is enough to be witnessed but impossible to turn back;
As a result, the mountains and rivers are rough and the scenery is beautiful.
I hope that the beauty will grow old in her old age, and her eyebrows and skirt will be rouge-colored, more than revealing her beauty.