Light the lamp,
The lights all over the city were green.
In the middle of the night, the green lanterns are lit up, and the city is full of colors. You are wandering on the streets. If you are sleepless in the middle of the night and hear a baby crying, the intermittent sound of clogs, and the endless laughter, close your eyes, the city gate is wide open, and here you are. There is no one here, only an ancient temple with green lanterns, and dark green trembling lanterns lit on the streets of the Gray Zen Temple. It was completely silent here, with only the walls full of symbols and complicated patterns.
This place was once prosperous, but it is no longer so. No one knows how, but it has its story. If your thoughts are not clear and you want to stay in the mortal world forever, come and listen to the legend of the lantern in the wind.
Because, this is a green light and no return guest, but because of the dirty wine, I fall in love with the world of mortals.
The moon is crescent, in the middle of the night, the ancient temple is leisurely, the city of green lanterns.
The ballad of Qingdeng City has been lingering in people's hearts for a long time.
The moment the sun rises, the moment the moon disappears.
In the lonely mountain, he poured a glass of wine in front of the monument.
The wine gurgled down the bluestone steps and soaked the feet of the worship cauldron.
He had promised her that she would no longer fight on the battlefield, but he abandoned his armor and when he returned, the land was filled with desolation and people had changed.
He built a beacon tower for her on a barren mountain and lit green lanterns all over the mountain, creating a Zen-like heavenly sacrifice.
When the purple bamboo flowers bloom, the gentleman returns.
A stroke of thick ink is the last painting in the world of mortals.
I, Mu Benqing, unexpectedly came to this troubled world.
Intention: Everything is nothing, you are my cinnabar mole.