Stack Ink

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the era that overlaps with the ink, the long-gone feelings. There is a special being among the three major families. The ink has a faint fragrance, and a singing tune that cannot be understood under the oil-paper umbrella floats out. It's not unforgettable, not soul-stirring, not unforgettable parting, just a past that slowly disappears sadly. There are endless stories scattered in the brown color, and the endless stories are the faded dark yellow on the photo paper. The fragrance of youth and youth is cut like water and the moonlight is gone, causing infinite melancholy. I painted a bed of ink fragrance with you, piled up thousands of feet of dreams, and said goodbye to thousands of feet of sorrow. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- New background music~~~~~~~~~~~~~~: Feng Yingqi's "Flowing Fragrance" It is still recommended to listen to the words~~play the words: Feng Yingqi's "Flowing Fragrance" The sky has turned white/Why you stand there in the middle of the night is unclear/My lover makes you look forward to/In the end, it succeeds and fails. My heart is like a sea of smoke/I turn over and over just for his word/I will see you tomorrow/Practice to smile/Think about how to wear it If you love him, he will have elegance/you cheer in superstition/it means he dotes on you and loves you/that elegance is unparalleled Wait and see when the time comes/If the beautiful scenery is only watered by the sweat of youth/Wrinkles are like mountains/Does love exist? Where was the youth in the past? How can love be content with the decay of color? No wonder what kind of dynasty today has not repented. How can a woman be sad if she wants to please herself? Mirrors are everywhere/But who can bear to see a pink face and turn it into a skeleton/The so-called romantic treasure mirror/You can only open it with your hands when you are desperate Where was the youth in the past? How can love be content with the decay of color? No wonder what kind of dynasty today has not repented. How can a woman be sad if she wants to please herself? The moon is shining in the flowers and water in the mirror / I have seen all the past and present / I smiled for the sake of beauty / Where are the Mood for Love now / Holding hands and growing old together / Twelve golden hairpins are broken The world is vast and the time is fleeting/The heart is still there and it is unlucky/The face is full of changes/Who can get a better future/The belt is getting wider and you don't regret it ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jinhui's statement: Dear friends, I saw some children's shoes saying that this article was recommended by Gu Man, so I ran to read it. Everyone made a mistake. The person who sent a long comment to Jinhui was a good friend 'Gu Mo', not 'Gu Man'. . This article has not been recommended by Gu Man. . . . . . . . . . . PPS. XinkengWanxu Tinghua Shen On brocade painting. Any help is greatly appreciated. Conception: