"The shadows of the neon clothes are rolled out, and the green sleeves are astonishing. The graceful coquettish head, drunk eyes and saliva. The spring breeze passes, and I am melancholy! Why sigh with the flowers and rain? The time is fleeting. How to beat the sorrowful cup and chime? The dust-covered Yao Zheng still has strings. But it is artificial, and a poem is judged to be false."
I really like the word "fate" in Buddhist culture! Where fate comes, love arises.
"Thinking about this and that, you have to pity yourself!"
Tang Xianzu wrote in "The Peony Pavilion": "I don't know the origin of love, but it goes deeper and deeper. The living can die, and the dead can live. Life can not be with death, and death can not be resurrected, it is not love. Why should the love in the dream be unreal? How many people in the world are in dreams? They must be married by recommending pillows, and those who are waiting to be crowned and become secrets are all based on the theory of bones..."
I think, after all, my heart was moved by dreams, my heart was moved by insanity, and my feelings were moved by infatuation. After all, he mistakenly mistook the person in his dream for the person under his pillow.
Fei Yuan is infatuated with fake love, sleeping with a dragon and talking about the Red Mansion...
Concept: The delicate young man was flirted with by a straight boy born in the 2000s, but he told me that he was straight?