Literary version:
Just because you look back makes me miss you in your twilight and morning
——Guyuefu
in such ancient times
There used to be the same story
Is the woman playing the zither also seventeen years old?
Or should I say me tonight?
That's the woman
It's what I've been waiting for for thousands of years, playing the mourning kite.
That gentle and humble soul
It's the one who wasted his time and cried when he fell into love.
That same person
Well, even if I cry, don't laugh at me for being weak.
How many dynasties have women singing the same song?
There was once under the tree full of pear blossoms
How many times have we been separated
And on this warm spring night
How many beautiful delicate hands have touched the ancient Xiangjiang River
Yingluo's confession:
Okay, okay, I admit, I am obsessed with reading time-travel novels, and I have more than once looked forward to a perfect time-travel, singing all the way to the end of the peach blossom fan.
But she never expected that she would dress up like a little baby with absolutely no father's love. She would still be an empty child, and more than ten years of history would be wasted.
Do you think that just opening a shop here can become popular all over the country, just like in the novel? Do you think that if you pick up a random person, he will be willing to work for you?
Anyway, I lived until I was five years old and never encountered such a thing. Facing a yard full of fallen flowers, I sighed again:
YY is unlimited, but reality is cruel.
Author's note:
This article is clear water, not watery at all;
This article is not a noob, it still needs to be funny;
This article is not dull, there will still be ups and downs;
This article is very mixed, the kind that a family martial arts court would want;
This article is not sinister, it is updated every week;
This article is not the kind that is lonely and needs comfort from readers!