The mist of the river illuminates Qinglan, and the eaves of the houses on both sides of the river are connected. The autumn light is dim for a while in the lotus bushes, and I watch the sand gulls dance again and again, and the bead curtains roll ten miles away in the fragrant wind. The painting boat is coming to the horizon, the wine flag is out in the wind, and love is evil in the south of the Yangtze River.
——Water Fairy. Ode to Jiangnan
"Your mother's name has the word "plum" in it. If you split the word "plum", your surname will be Mu and your given name will be Xian." The abbot wiped the boy's face with a square handkerchief.
The boy thanked him. The abbot touched his head and said, "This is the end of your suffering in the world of mortals. You, Dharma name... Shichen."
Release the dust, let go of all the resentment towards the world of mortals
The ancient bell of Mingjue Temple sounded low and wide in the falling snow...
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The lotus wind blew his long robes, and his long hair flew behind him.
The young man's appearance at that moment was quietly imprinted on a place that can never be erased.
The young man's smile was soft and warm. There was even a slight smile on his face and eyes, and he stood spotlessly in the sunshine. He said his name was Mu Xian. Qinglan was a little panicked for a moment, as if the sudden sunlight stung her eyes. She blinked and felt that she looked like a monster in the sunlight, evil and covered in dust. "Zhao Qinglan." She said softly. Carefully, as if chanting an evil spell.
The dew on the lotus is cold before the frost, and the lotus is ruined by the first snow after autumn. Is it a sign that they are separated from one another, and their sorrow will end in old age?
New article: "Ten Thousands of Miles of Yellow Sand and Thousands of Miles of Smoke"
Ding Feng Bo
One
Don't cry for the heroes' tears when they are wearing soft catkins. The setting sun is solitary smoke and the wine is cold.
Please don't ask about the past affairs. In the empty space, Zigui cries all over the Yanyu Tower.
Three thousand rivers and mountains smile affectionately, who cares? The beauty is the beauty.
A few inches of lovesickness and a few inches of ashes. Over the years, thousands of miles of yellow sand and thousands of miles of smoke.
Second
Walking away from Huangsha Fengluan Yu, the general wields his sword in Xianguan City.
The snow in the desert is like smoke and sand, who can see it? The first time we met an old friend was unforgettable.
The palace gate is deeply hung up to welcome good luck, but for now, Meng Po's tea soup is lingering around her for three lifetimes.
The arrow is at the mountain pass in the world, and when it returns, the remaining love is spent at Taohuawu.
Desert sand as snow
Generals died in hundreds of battles
Ten years later, can I return hand in hand with that person?
Accompanying each other in past lives
Stay together in this life
go around in a circle
It's back to the starting point
Still, this hatred lingers...
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This is a text co-written by Dizi and Zheng
The story of the ancient city-defending general and his wife
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