The battle that started in ancient times has not subsided for thousands of years, and it will not have any result now.
A red lotus and a white lotus. The rivers of Ye are full of flowers, and the rivers of Luo are full of flowers.
I shed tears after reciting a song, and sigh after ten years of prosperity and decline.
Victory, or defeat. The tung flowers are scattered, the white butterflies are scattered, and the buildings are empty.
Forever, no end.
Okay, now that I've finished writing about the literary style, let's move on to something more practical. I have written this a long time ago and it is one of my early plans. It's just that I was lazy when I was writing and didn't write much. (Actually, I have posted it elsewhere before, but at the time I felt that the writing was slow and the style was not right, so I stopped. After I finish posting those, I will start to update very slowly, so be warned in advance)
By the way, I am still focusing on pure love as my main battleground. I write here very seriously and casually, but overall it is not very flattering, so if you just read it casually, I don't care much.