Year after year, look at the present year after year
In front of the flowers and under the moon, the green wine is turbid and facing the bright moon
In the moment of life and death, love and hatred are boundless
Nothingness is like a bubble, the peach blossom is still there, who is left alone?
The pure white flame brings vitality, and the green lotus comes to the world to heal all scars
Retrieve the fragments, fight against the alien world, and revive the spiritual energy
Who knows that the same root and the same origin have different branches?
Under the sycamore tree, passing by the mountains and sea
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Note: This article is divided into main and secondary lines. The two lines are carried out at the same time, that is, they are two protagonists. The perspective is biased toward the masses, but most of them are described from the perspective of the protagonist and the recipient.
This article is basically narrated in the first person "I"
I will work hard to update, but the time is uncertain and I will not abandon the article.
Intention: The bright moon remains unchanged, but the fireworks in the world are ever-changing