She is a wisp of smoke obsessed with books and ink.
He is a poet whose name has been passed down through the ages.
The woody fragrance of the paper pulp affects the fate of the two people and gives them an unparalleled romance.
No one has ever seen a cigarette that can laugh. It's not that it can't, it's just that it won't be seen.
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The incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine.
It was her appearance that he wanted to record in his poem.
In the eulogies of future generations, no one can get a glimpse of the deep feelings buried in them. It is the love and longing passed down by the poet for thousands of years...
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Thousands of years of brushing shoulders have led to reunions in later generations.
Missing you, after all, spans time.
However, the young man is no longer a young and promising literati;
And she was still the wisp of smoke that came out of the incense burner and was as light as a feather.
*The sun shines on the incense burner, and the purple smoke rises again; the waterfall hangs over the river, and the thoughts fall for nine days. *
[It's the New Year, please leave a lot of comments when your boss passes by. It would be better if you can add it to your favorites for the winter~~]
Food guide:
① Dual opening, updated from time to time [updated on time at 21:00:01 pm (← if nothing unexpected happens)]
② It is based on unofficial history and official history, but it is not entirely a historical drama. It is a novel and an imaginative essay, and does not accept archeology;
③ Life is like a play, play is like life, I am just the porter of the story.
///Writing for the first time, there are still some shortcomings. ///
Intention: Only love lasts forever
