Normal legend, but a little bit strong.
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It is said that Maitreya is a blessed Buddha. At the time when he came to the world, people were doing all kinds of good deeds and the ground was full of jewels that could be picked up easily. But in the current situation, where in Meng Zhangguo's land do people dare to hope for a paradise home without disease or turmoil?
Gradually there was such a spread among the people,
It is said that the late emperor's divination predicted before his death: "The Xiang River is magical, purple smoke rises, swans announce good news, and a wise king descends from heaven."
If you didn't spend your life as a soldier, how would you know the beauty of sunset.
Che Jiao rides on the horse, letting the setting sun drag her shadow into a long shadow.
The word love goes on in twists and turns. Rather than searching for it on the cliff for thousands of years, it would be better to just have a simple meal of food, rice, oil and salt.
The word "hate" is so bloody that I spend my whole life chasing it to the ends of the earth, only to get a bloodthirsty wound in my heart.
Love is an all-encompassing word, and there are always people wandering around in it, but they don't know that everything is just an illusion.
The word "qiu" is getting grayer and grayer, and it has been incomprehensible for generations, and it has turned over thousands of times, only to lose its beauty and beauty, and the years have been wasted.
Reader comments
What a bad writing style, so bad
Isn't it too miserable? . . But what happened to Xia Yingying in the end?
What a bad writing style, so bad
Isn't it too miserable? . . But what happened to Xia Yingying in the end?