The ancients said: Suzaku Xuanwu, green dragon and white tiger.
Zhuque is the name of a city. This warm and spectacular city, in the twilight of the apocalypse, has withered away its begonias and its fragrant tung trees.
It turns out that the tactics, the scheming, the changes, the vicissitudes are all clever tricks in a battle where there is no winner. The golden dome is full of splendor and splendor, and even if you have the last laugh, despite the ups and downs, it is just a joke in the play, so what's the point?
Is it the meeting under the Tanghua tree there, or was it a chance meeting full of resentment on the way, or was it the deep sincerity when trying to win the Suzaku title? There is no need to distinguish which is light or serious. It is just a scar that fades away after being branded. It cannot be forgotten, cannot be remembered, and does not want to stay, but cannot let go.
After several years of youth, I also have gray hair. After obsession, chewing the pain becomes sweeter? Even if the mountains and rivers fall into a dream, I still recall Feihua's dazzling smile that year. Feeling sad, but crying.
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