The world of morning and evening exists because of the incense in the world. The reason why the undead in morning and evening exist is because of the longing of the world. When the incense in the world is completely extinguished, morning and evening will no longer exist. When no one in the world misses you anymore, you will disappear without a trace...
Things are whispering as winter passes and spring comes, and time gathers in the tombs like a shuttle.
The past is no longer the past, and a blank piece of paper is easy to draw on.
The incense lingers and the inheritance is passed on, and the Lantern Festival coincides with each other at the foot of the mountain.
The purple clouds are miles away from the sea, and the azalea is red and white.
The sky is filled with fireflies like fireworks, and the scrolls in front of the window are filled with stars.
In the dream, there were scattered bamboos and rice. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
Gardenias in midsummer are touching people's hearts, but do you know the autumn chrysanthemums in the corner?
Look at the moon and miss your loved ones, sing songs at night, wait for a cup of tea to cherish each other.
People go there before the heavy snow falls, and the red plum blossoms are reflected in the white snow.
Don't forget that this love is hard to exchange for gold, and rumors are about blessings and misfortunes?
The girl encounters a storm on the road, and the young man chops down the vertical bamboo.
Yi Yang might not be an accident, so what should Mr. Zhu do?
The shopkeeper said helplessly that centuries-old origins emerged.
Changming Deng is dejected and sad, can he still fight for his life?
Reluctant to look for opportunities like fate, but love in this life is hard to give up.
Things change for stars and memories move around, leaving only the past in writing.
If you are frustrated and melancholy, the flowers will bloom and fall year after year.
It doesn't matter if the sun sets in the west, it's just the rebirth of dreams in front of the grave.
A bamboo forest, a lonely grave, a rose tree, a gardenia, that village, that sea of flowers, that river, that mountain, that starry sky, that spring, summer, autumn and winter... It is the most beautiful hometown in my memory.
Intention: nostalgia for childhood, hope for the future, and recollection of the changes in rural culture.