Drunk Gu

Copywriting 1: The story begins with a peach blossom seed. With the last kiss, he transferred his seed to me, and his body became like petals flying and drifting. Many years later, a man sat under the peach blossom tree and still waited foolishly. A young man passed by and asked puzzledly: "Hey, old man, give up. You've been waiting under the tree for so many years and no one has come. Is it worth it?" "It's worth it, because I once had him." The old man looked obsessed, still immersed in the beautiful days of the past. If you do it again, will you leave me? Copy 2: The flowers are falling, and the rain turns into broken feathers and scatters. Who is there under the flower tree that day, with a dashing and heroic figure, and under the hot spring pool, with a radiant look on his face? And who has his soul set for the rest of his life just because of that one glance? It took a long time to recover. I don't understand the reason for the chess game, but I press hard like a sword, wind, or heavy object, causing everyone to retreat, not daring to get even half a step closer, and not being alert, causing trouble and injury, which cannot be avoided. He has a mole of cinnabar in his green clothes, his hair is flying, and there are peach blossom marks on his eyebrows. He is destined to be this person just because of his charming face. People say: "When they bloom, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the scenery is prosperous. When they fade, the peach blossoms wither and fall, and the ruins are ruined. In the end, they are bleeding, like blood-stained wreckage, and they lose their grace." Perhaps this is the fate of the peach, and it cannot be escaped after all. Sadness, unwillingness, helplessness, unwillingness, chasing after everything, not being there. I'd rather be broken than complete, just to protect you. When fate is over, fate will be saved, fate will never come back. I regret that we met by chance, but regret that it was too late and turned into dust. I resent this life, this scene, and even more resentment that my evil fate has entangled me in this life, and I will never be able to change it. The prosperity is gone and the withered peach is gone. Why have I been waiting here for hundreds of years and you still haven't come back? Why, no matter what I do, you can't come back. Why, you answer me. When you are drunk, you talk. When you are drunk, no one responds. The song ends and everyone has dispersed. The old man died, and the red sun was left, the catkins were broken and the willows were destroyed. That year, the frost fell on the winter solstice, and all the flowers were destroyed. A big dream, finally the old friends leave. The endgame has been decided, there is no way around it, it is over, and there is no hope of change. You are buried in the southern hills, and I am buried in the northern hills. The past is scattered, the clouds and smoke are driven away. From now on, there will be no more Peach Blossom Village, no more intoxicating people, no more pure valleys, no more flowing rivers, no more scenery and things here. Gu Zishuang, go back, he won't come. No, I don't believe it, because I still want to look at you. Intention: In the end, you realize that I am actually the poison in your heart - the kind of poison that makes you unable to extricate yourself after falling in love. In fact, it is not difficult to discover all this, it is just a matter of sooner or later.