The past is like a dream. If you can live and die drunk, why bother to wake up alone?
The wind and flowers will be sent away with the cup, and the past will only become a dream in the clear night (Original text overhaul)
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Introduction:
Suddenly I remembered that year in my memory, the long-haired girl was so beautiful and unparalleled, standing under the tree, holding flowers and smiling at him: "Brother Wen, I don't want you to be the best master in the world, I don't want you to be powerful and wealthy, and to control the wind and rain. I only hope that one day, we will withdraw from the martial arts world, ignore the world, and live like a couple of gods and gods. What do you think?"
He was still silently imagining her smile back then, her expression was gentle and loving, but her eyes gradually showed sadness.
Maybe this world is where men bleed. Only by achieving dominance and arrogance in the world can they live in this world in vain. Maybe the so-called invincibility and arrogance in the world is just a stupid dream dreamed by people in the world, but he is still so obsessed with it even though he knows all this.
Conception: