God probably took a nap when he created Zhang Ting: she has a perfect face, a thin waist and thin bones, a charming figure, and her eyes are as pure as the ethereal valley. She seems to have walked in from the path of ink and Chinese painting. The valley is clear, the birds are singing and the breeze is blowing, and her heart is Buddhist. However, God did not Throwing her into the mountains... Her grandma always wanted her to live her life as a work of art: elegant and following the wind. She always thought that in a few years, she would become a master in the field of aviation, on the beach at sunset, with long hair flowing, as holy as a sculpture...
She also thought that she and Zhao Qiming, who had not graduated from junior high school, would never have an intersection. They had different paths and it was not worth planning. But things went counterproductive - no matter how painful and sad you are, time still goes away day by day, like the wooden hub of the ancient chariot, running through the mud from the overgrown place, grinding out the vicissitudes of the years...
Later, she met Jiang Zhikun, and she loved him with a guilt-ridden feeling. She always thought, "Even if Hongxing is spiritually outside the wall, the roots are still inside the wall!", But Jiang Zhikun made up his mind, "I will definitely uproot you and transplant you outside the wall!" However, the Hongxing transplanted outside the wall has already been scarred, how can you still live like a tree, with fragrance everywhere...
What is love? It is a thousand years of waiting, the reincarnation of past lives, God creates a woman and a man, brews a jar of strong wine of love and desire in an old altar with a closed mouth, stirs the souls of men and women in, stirs them, stirs them again... Let you dance together in the vortex, sing silently, your lips can touch it, your heart is in full bloom, forgetting others and myself and forgetting all things...
Concept: Her grandma always wanted her to live her life as a work of art: elegant and easy to follow the wind. She always thought that in a few years, she would become a master in the field of aviation, on the beach at sunset, with long hair flowing, as holy as a sculpture...