Paint an apricot blossom on the folding fan, add a peach blossom to the teacup, crush a red bean on a bone dice, and carve a bamboo flower petal on the sword.
Unable to wrap a body in horse leather, unable to cut off the thread of love, the landscape painting with thick ink on the paper is a mirror flower, a moon in the water, or a butterfly transformed into Zhuang Sheng?
His fingers touched the scabbard with trembling hands, and his tears slowly condensed. Where would the sword be pointing at the next moment?
Behind the mask, what is right and what is wrong. On both sides of yin and yang, good and evil are indistinguishable.
Time has always been limited, and it is easy to lose one's soul after saying goodbye easily. There are no farewells at banquets and songs.
The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain are more damaging to the spring. It is better to take pity on the people in front of us.