Three-stanza tune, four-sorrow poem. Few know what's in my heart. The west wind has yet to grow old, but the swallows return late. Their nest is cold, its mud half-dried.
A line of crimson, a message written backward. The swallows know, but who else can remember? A single call sounds just west of the painted tower. Clouds press low, and the little wild geese dip beneath them.
- Swallows Return
A Shield Maiden with her account transmigrates...
If anyone's interested, perhaps one day I might expand this into a mid-length martial arts novel...
Theme:
Wow, I feel sorry that this article is not a long one, there are so many cute ones! ! I also like the writing style. However, I still don't know what kind of feelings the little emperor has for Yan Xing. They are not stated in detail in many places. I really hope it can be written into a long novel >O
Wow, I feel sorry that this article is not a long one, there are so many cute ones! ! I also like the writing style. However, I still don't know what kind of feelings the little emperor has for Yan Xing. They are not stated in detail in many places. I really hope it can be written into a long novel >O