Copywriting one:
Suzhi had a dream.
In the dream, the peach blossoms were scorching, and he was playing chess with others under the tree. Wine jars, long swords, blue flutes, and guqins were scattered aside.
A gust of wind passed by, and the pink petals flew, and a touch of beauty captivated his eyes.
The player put down the chess piece in his hand, reached out and picked up a peach blossom from his face, put it on the tip of his nose, smelled it gently, and said with a smile: "Chongya, even flowers prefer you."
He heard himself say: "Flowers may be like this, but people may not be."
The man raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"
He laughed: "The world prefers me, but it is because they are afraid of my power. Lingguang, what about you?"
The man sighed, then smiled softly: "I only do it because you are Chongya."
Copywriting two:
A journey during the holidays allowed Suzhi to unravel a picture that had been sealed for thousands of years.
Old friends and old dreams from the past appear one by one in the dream.
Past life and present life, let's renew our relationship
Xuan Fengge
Martial power, strong, gentle, unrestrained, immortal, old monster swordsman who has lived for thousands of years, attacking
... I'll write this here first, I will revise it later when I have time.
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