Every story is like a dream. The person in the dream, watching the sweetness and bitterness in the dream, listening to the ebb and flow. After waking up from the dream, the writing was drawn from the tip of the pen, and then the chapter was drawn with paper and ink.
Taiyi Changgeng, apricot rain and locust smoke, peach red and willow green, Duling and Wei Bridge, gold and iron horses.
Her life has woven many beautiful dreams. Maybe it is a piece of white paper and a tube of ink pen outlining the south of the Yangtze River. Maybe it is a pot of turbid wine and a green blade accompanying the rivers and lakes. Maybe it is a hectare of yellow sand and a solitary smoke entering the eyes of desolation. Maybe it is a killing scene with a tragic blade broken in the sand. There are dreams in the bamboo, and these dreams bring ecstasy.
I think about it every day and dream about it at night. Life is like a dream, dreams are different, and they end deeply. Is it a dream like a life or a life like a dream? She is a person who loves to dream - Bamboo mulberry, the dreamer wakes up from the dream.
You who love ancient style so much, do you want to walk into her dream? Do you still have time to take the trouble to let me tell you about that beautiful and illusory dream?
In Bamboo Dream Ling, since this place transformed from the first dream in the writing, it is no longer an illusion that will never appear, haunted by dreams, and searched for.
This is a dream plot, this is a dreamy season. When you wake up from a dream, it is not the end, but the beginning of another dream? Stepping into the world of Zhu Meng Ling, the story is too imaginary.
Let go of fatigue, let go of the shackles, integrate into the ancient world, and let us enter that charming dreamland together. If possible, I would rather live here forever and never leave.