The beauty of the broken red, the crazy beauty of the red - on the one hand, it is the great right and wrong that destroys the country and the world, on the other hand, it is the lingering love of heaven and hate! What kind of pain did you go through to become a demon and a Buddha, so you deviated from the teachings? Judgment or ignorance, what kind of wisdom and divine power do you need to make the decision to save?
How can we explain these thousands of stories and emotions in a clear and clear way! Let Chu Yue and Chu Yao be tied up with the song "Linjiang Immortal".
The absolutely beautiful red flowers are dripping, it is useless to say that I am ecstatic at this moment. Who pities the peach and plum blossoms and weeps with red marks. I sigh that the sword and flute are easy to get cold, and I hate the beautiful dimples like spring.
The sweet fragrance of the delicate pistil is broken quietly, who can find the aftertaste? It is difficult to paint pictures because of Nong's heart. Even if the parrot interprets the language, he is afraid of butterflies and dreams of following the clouds.