At the waist of the corridor and back to the depths of the pavilion, Xiaotian stood with his hands behind his back.
Looking for time, I am worried and foggy tonight.
Smiling and sighing, the world of mortals is shattered. It's hard to look back.
Once upon a time, my heart was filled with joy and I joined hands to enjoy the dusk.
The northern bird sings every year, and its flowers bloom and fade.
When the wooden ring shifts, it seems like the human world has changed, and I feel a lot of lovesickness.
Jieyu Hua stopped talking, with tears in her eyes, vaguely sentimental.
But he said that destiny is far away in the world and will never be seen again.
A gentle glance, and the years pass by.
The smiling sky closes its eyes, snowflakes are flying, and there is endless sadness.
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This script is purely fictitious. If there are any similarities, I'm sorry.
All the actors are prototypes, dedicated and dedicated just to make the viewers smile.
But after all, there is a gap between imagination and reality. The characters are skipped, please imagine by yourself.
Let me put it more kindly:
The play is the result of the whim of Emperor Xiaotian and the whim of a certain group of women.
Actors are screenwriters, and whoever has inspiration fills in the gaps.
As a result, the writing style may change every other part, but it does not affect reading.