In the cold spring breeze of Western Xinjiang, at that time, he was on the horse, and she was a wandering foreign woman;
We met again in the warm and fuzzy wind of Chang'an. She danced gracefully and gracefully, while he drank to relieve his depression and loneliness;
She worked hard every step of the way, but because of the dusty past that had been hidden in her heart for many years, she finally fell into a heart-wrenching fetter.
Is it the most painful to not get love, or to get something you don't want?
It is better to take pity on the people in front of you than to think about the distant mountains and rivers in your eyes.