"——Meng Po Decoction is based on the eight sufferings: birth, old age, illness and death, resentment and hatred, separation from love, not being able to seek what you want, and the five yin blazing."
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"Don't live up to your kindness and love."
I wait for the wind to come, for the flowers to bloom, until the cherry blossoms on the mountain are dyed through the layers of the forest. You are on the way here, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, with a bright smile.
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"First time seeing snow.
It turns out that snow-covered snow really exists; it turns out that even if it is not spring, thousands of pear trees will be in full bloom; it turns out that snow likes to cling to trees, and when it falls off, it will look like leaves...
It turns out that the snow is warm, like you.
Want to kiss you. "
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Chun is young, it is full of flowers
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On that day, Taichang worshiped the gods with great force, and the Xuanmen noble families destroyed the "Kill Order" together to show their commitment to the destiny. The streets were crowded with people, storytellers were spitting, the streets were decorated with lights, and the sound of firecrackers was deafening, just like a festival.
That night, everything was peaceful in heaven and earth. Even the raccoon slaves sleeping soundly in the alley were sound asleep.
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He was holding a jar of wine, with rows of glasses in front of him, and was very drunk.
When he returned to Qixia Mountain, the fairyland of the past had become a wasteland, the shadow of the moon was lingering, and Yao Ming's ancient songs seemed to whisper the taboo that could not be mentioned here.
"You'an..."
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"Thousands of families are surrounded by fireworks, but my heart has no home yet."
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"Old thief Wei is dead!"
A lifelike paper man:? ? ?
"What a delight!!!"
Paperman: Who is this? Where am I? How tall does the grave grass grow?
Bai Yi: Well, you just... Had your grave dug?
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Life and death are separated, and years have passed——
Death by his hands... Actually wasn't that bad.
The night rain is fading, the remaining clouds are misty...
In the dream, Luandu is prosperous, with brothels and pavilions, embroidered beaded curtains, carved carriages competing on Tianjie, BMWs competing on the imperial road, plain clothes and guqins played lightly and slowly, making a lot of noise.
In the dream, Qixia is clear and dew, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are bright, the time is clear, the smoke is curling next to the cold eyes, the Chihan Pavilion stands in the wind, the young man on the street looks back and smiles, the scenery is unique.
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Cold and abstinent, possessive but I don't reveal it, I have been secretly drinking wine for more than ten years, vs. A wild and uninhibited person who loves sweetness and has a bad memory but loves to act like a monster and loves to play the suona and suffer.
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Note:
①1v1, HE, HE, HE.
②Kui Yao, whose courtesy name is You'an/Buying, the text will explain why it is a double character.
③Using the Eight Sufferings as the main line, there will be memories interspersed in the middle (the timeline should not be messy as much as possible).
One final word: The author of Squid really likes memory killing and psychological description, so it may be a little uncomfortable to watch (T^T) Please read with caution.
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This pitfall may have to wait until I finish reading "Zhuangzi" before I start. I'll update the first chapter first, and I'll have to smooth out the thread a bit.
Intention: Know the world but not the world, live in the world but stay far away from the world
