When we first met, he was a charming and cruel male favorite; when we met again, he was the cold-blooded Duke Pingyang; when we last saw him, he had grown up and became an emperor.
When we first met, she was an unworldly maid; when we met again, he was already the princess of an enemy country; the light smoke of the old wall became a lingering pain.
When we first met, he was an arrogant prince; when we met again, he was a Yinshen warrior outside Chang'an City; when the two swallows returned, they walked among the ancient willows, and the dragon had passed away.
Leaning on the building and looking into the distance, waiting for her phoenix to return from the other side of the world; holding up the bottle to the moon, listening to the coldness in my heart.
His clear water-like eyes were filled with smiles, and the silver butterflies in the corners of his eyes trembled slightly. The aqua-colored clothes of the world-famous young painter floated like butterflies. Under the dusk of the moon, a faint fragrance floats. With a wave of the long sleeve, an arc appears on the rice paper. It is the silhouette of a phoenix flying by, gradually rippling on the horizon. Feitianyu's color is just like the bright and sad smile on the lips of that beautiful and gorgeous young man back then.
Idle dreams are far away, ink painting is arcing, outside the ancient temple in Chang'an, the storyteller is telling the story
The light red color of cherry blossoms is diluted separation sorrow
Leaning against the building, the faint fragrance of water is the pain that cannot be concealed in my heart.
The blue sky and water dissipate into the endless darkness
Ten years ago, the sunset started here...
I accidentally saw Li Yu's "Tao Lian Zi", "Intermittent Cold Anvil Intermittent Wind", the word "Han Anvil" deeply attracted me. I imagined that he should be a beautiful and sad person. I was in the third grade of junior high school and had no one to own, but I still took the time to weave a dream about Han Zhen with my jerky writing style. The long sky is pure, the Jianghe River is clear and shallow, Hanzhu, where are you?