Qin Gutong gently stroked the hair on the piano and recalled the scene that day at Qianfo Temple in Chenzhou: Lingji was dressed in a man's attire, his sword was hung low, and his emblem was moved out of place. Standing beside him, his eyes and heart could only accommodate the person playing the piano. Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, and sighed: "The fragrance of Buddha is lingering, the sound of Zen is humming, but your ordinary mind is not diminished." He lightly plucked the strings of the piano and sang in a low voice: The sparse forest brings the rain to Qiu Hong, and several times, he traveled to a foreign country. Chang Biao cares about his own style, and his common sense is interesting. Farewell to each other across the world, chatting about Jianghu affairs and singing music on the piano. The broken fibrous clouds reflect the reflection of the capital, turning the situation, hiding the coolness.
He paused and looked at the blurry moonlight in Chang'an gradually being covered by clouds. He felt the impermanence of life, and the beautiful shadow in his heart actually faded a bit. He then added a few words: The coldness still comes like a dream, and when you get closer, it gradually turns into smoke. There is hatred in front of the bottle that is hard to express, but I prefer the stars to whisper. When greed is strong, the sound of cicadas is far away, and the words are as precious as jade. To resolve worries, one should go to the Toad Palace and write about the girl Shuang'e who has exhausted her desires.
After Qubi, Qin Gutong picked up the bow and arrow on the ground, closed the door and left quietly.
Sometimes sweet and sometimes cruel, the newlyweds spread flowers~
Intention: Seek something rare, life is impermanent