Snow falls in December.
Yet the moon shines unusually bright.
This is the unique sight at Wuyuexuan Gexuelou.
He gets drunk at his desk, slender fingers plucking the strings.
He raises his cup to the moon and sings softly with a sigh,
accompanied by the occasional twang of the strings.
His heart is utterly still.
It seems that he is the only one beneath the heavens.
No one has ever known where he came from;
no one cares where he will go.
He is as light as a snowflake drifting through the world,
as if he belongs in the heavens, yet somehow he has come to the mortal realm.
In the end, no one can leave even the slightest mark on him.
... The Famous Swords series has four books in all. The fourth was actually the first one I came up with. In my first year of middle school, while reading A General History of China, I suddenly had the idea to write it. Later, in high school, I gradually worked out the story by imagining scenes before bed to help myself fall asleep, many of them so sad they made me cry. For example, the scene ten years ago in this story, when Ruixue willingly took that sword for his younger brother, and the suffering caused by the burden of his past. That's why the ideas may seem rather simple and immature.
I polished the writing last year, after being invited to do so. But as a science student, I only started learning "brick literature" in my first year of college, practicing by writing posts a few dozen characters long. I'm still very rough compared to the experts. Especially with classical Chinese: though I grew up immersed in it, actually writing it is still enough to make a fool of myself. I wrote it this way because of my awful habit. Once I get going, my writing turns into a strange kind of format. It's better now. I used to make all my writing line up, and nicknamed the habit "uniform-character obsession." It took me a lot of effort to change. My mentor in the literature department says it's because my style hasn't settled yet, so it keeps changing. That's probably why you'll see a lot of passages that are half classical and half vernacular.
I originally wrote it for my close friend 33, who had heard about the idea and was very interested, so I didn't think too much about the wording. Sometimes I'd write in classical style, sometimes in plain language. When she couldn't understand, I'd have to explain it all to her in long paragraphs, hehe~~~ Actually, it would be even more fun to post those explanations alongside the complete version :)
Also, there were several versions of many parts of the story. I only asked her to combine them when it was time to post, so it may seem a bit jumbled (just like the sequel to Blazing Fire, which I never had time to organize. It has an ending, but the middle is still a mess).
I'm so happy someone can understand it, haha~~ I always thought no one could understand it except me...
Theme:
Nalan's poetic novels give people a brand-new artistic conception. When reading her articles, phantoms appear naturally in front of them. It seems that they can be touched if they reach out, but they are unwilling to touch them. They are worried that if they reach out, these beautiful scenery will turn into smoke and the dream will wake up.
There is loving tenderness, and even more pity and concern, it is quiet and quiet, and there are shadows and shadows. It is not the world, but better than the world... The person at the desk continues your dream. If I am in such a dream, even if I dream to death, I don't want to wake up. Autumn water cicada
At present, it seems that "Swords and Lu Mountains" is less. There is a section about the admiration of the male protagonist Ye Liang Hongyu.
But the male protagonist is the third party. Actually, what I want to write is about Liang Hongyu and Han Shizhong. Their real story is also very good.
That being said, I should overturn it and rewrite it~~ I'll think about it after my friend's birthday in a few days.
You can listen to ancient music by The Legend of the Condor Heroes. I like it very much. I'll pass it on to you next time. I originally had a lot of it in my space.
Taiwan has done very well in this area, including Xianjian, Zhiguan, and Yuquan.
It's for men, but it's just like a man who has to give up love for the sake of the world
It is one thing to sacrifice small love for the sake of all living beings. Sacrificing love for the sake of power are two different qualities.
I've shared Shao Yun's story with you. I read it a few days ago and it seems that he is the most mature [relatively older], although he is actually still very young = =
I haven't finished writing yet. There will be another paragraph at the end. Then I will pause it and wait for the ethnic minorities to be replenished.
I think there are very few opportunities to actually go there, but I bought 25 books and 25 Buddhist scriptures, hehe.
What should you do if you suddenly find that you have a different outlook on someone you particularly admire?
My setting is that the eldest brother is a chivalrous and righteous person, but he killed the heroine's master. Although good and evil are not mutually exclusive
But everything comes from rumors. In other words, even if the heroine Master is not completely faultless, he will not die.
Or even if it comes to that, he will always be the master of the heroine... = =.
My brother once said that women are like winter clothes and brothers are the limbs of a centipede = =. . . You should have seen this.
Well... There's no point in praying, because that's the conflict I'm mainly writing about. Ha ha.
So that's it, there's such a distinction between lies, where's the source?
If you want to learn Zhouyi, I can recommend a learning website to you. I am impatient. Only the year and month are learned.
In fact, both day and hour can be deduced.
It's not that I lack courage, it's that I lack self-discipline. It would be better if someone whipped him.
Four Famous Swords, Favorite Mid-Autumn Festival Famous Qin, "Singing Queen and Dancing Queen"
A widower and a widower, a widower and a resentful daughter, drinking alone. Birth, old age, illness and death, resentment and separation, love and hatred, this is the place of life.
Men in white clothes always have a fairy spirit, and the man in white clothes who plays the piano must have immortal bones. This is the fairy-xia complex.
Standing on the height of the moon and looking at the world, how can it not be desolate?
Looking down at the world, all things are like ants, gathered and dispersed, worried about separation, fallen flowers come and go again for people to step on, and they are graceful when they climb high alone.
I thought that the dance that day was just an illusion, but I didn't know it was real. Maybe the author couldn't bear it. The Book of Heaven blocked the sword for his younger brother. Ruixue gave up in despair. Nine lives have been lost in two places. There should be a feeling to cling to, otherwise the world will pass by like smoke and this life will be in vain.
A tune of seven strings, dawn dreams confuse butterflies, humans and piano become one, never leaving. Wherever the sound of the piano goes, there is always a sigh of relief, and everyone looks back attentively. The auspicious light is reflected on the fur, and the snow and mud are claws. I have seen all the past events in this life, and the strings stop and think, and tears fall like rain.
Yes and no, they are like immortals. I don't know whether they are right or wrong.
The gauze came to an end, and people stared in shock. The mist is flying, and the clouds are clearing to see her. I have seen the joys and sorrows of this world, and the picturesque past. I will finally find a good match and live up to my expectations in this life.
Let me ask you again, if you were given your destiny, how much would you wish for...
Ruixue replied: "Throw them all away."
Here, the reader feels sad. Even though I was feeling miserable while reading it, I didn't feel any pain at all. There are always stories of immortality, it just depends on what people say about them. The ancient sayings are concise, no matter how flashy they are, they are not pretentious. Just a few words can reveal the spring and autumn. But it is also demanding. If it is done deliberately, there are often people who say things that are ruthless or sentimental but loose words. Nalan's words are smooth and flowing, without any artificiality.
There is destiny in the mortal world, and it is difficult to escape life and death among the six paths. We mortals, if we meet the fate of immortals and one of us attains enlightenment, we will already ascend to heaven. How can we say the word "abandon"? Only Ruixue has such a broad mind.
Traveling through the world, like dreams floating around, disillusionment disappearing, dew like lightning, coming and going without a trace, it is like meeting a person who suffers from the world, wakes up and does not forget the world, and suffers from the pain in the heart, it is really rare.
"Before I met you, there were many, many people around me, including my father, my brothers, my mother who took care of me, and many other people. But it seems that since I was born, I have been alone."
After more than ten chapters of The Song Queen Dances, my favorite is the last sentence.
All living beings are in a hurry, people are busy with worldly affairs, and they move in a hurry.
The mist and rain of Pinghu Lake, the mountains and rivers of time, and the flowers on horseback.
The autumn water forgets the river, the dusk clouds and the sails, the fleeting light.
There are many passers-by, but there are few close friends; there are many silks and bamboos, but there are few close friends.
Since birth, I have been alone, surrounded by shadows.
Fortunately, in Ruixue, I got to meet someone, my ears and temples rubbed together, and the spring water seemed to be unintentional, subtly warming my heart.
In this world, if you meet a strange husband, he is happy with his wife and cannot bear the pain of childbirth. He is a DINK. It can be seen that Ruixue is indeed the first person and truly avant-garde.
An article about Mid-Autumn Festival is very popular with me. The story is not new and can be seen everywhere. Such writings are rare in Jinjiang.
It is not earth-shattering, but readers dare to guess that the author was already sentimental before writing.
Everyone in the world has stories in their hearts and are deeply moved by them. Either illusory or real, either in person or as a spectator. One day, I couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to record it. Maybe I just write a story for one reader. When the story is finished, my wish is fulfilled.
But that story will be engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten in this lifetime.
I am a novice, and I came here to watch the special effects. I came across "The King of Songs and the Dancing Queen" and I am used to seeing flashy rhetoric. After reading this article, my heart was moved, so I marked it here to fulfill the reader's wish. The author is truly talented and knowledgeable, while the readers are fat and bloated. After writing this humble review, they are dumbfounded and beat their chests and feet, sighing that they are the ones who made people laugh. Half text and half white is really a flaw for readers. We are both science and literature students, and I admire the author. However, it was finished very early. This review comes late, and I am afraid that I will not be able to wait for the author's reply.
All in all, to sum it up, remember this moment and never forget this article when you pass by it.
The author is very thoughtful and has a good mood.
It's really hard to imagine that Nalan is a boy. . . . Not bad
Will Nalan finish it? I find it difficult to write
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The style is like "Waiting for Godot"
It's embarrassing to see that I have cancer
Nalan is so awesome, I admire the starry eyes
Nalan's poetic novels give people a brand-new artistic conception. When reading her articles, phantoms appear naturally in front of them. It seems that they can be touched if they reach out, but they are unwilling to touch them. They are worried that if they reach out, these beautiful scenery will turn into smoke and the dream will wake up.
There is loving tenderness, and even more pity and concern, it is quiet and quiet, and there are shadows and shadows. It is not the world, but better than the world... The person at the desk continues your dream. If I am in such a dream, even if I dream to death, I don't want to wake up. Autumn water cicada
At present, it seems that "Swords and Lu Mountains" is less. There is a section about the admiration of the male protagonist Ye Liang Hongyu. But the male protagonist is the third party. Actually, what I want to write is about Liang Hongyu and Han Shizhong. Their real story is also very good. That being said, I should overturn it and rewrite it~~ I'll think about it after my friend's birthday in a few days. You can listen to ancient music by The Legend of the Condor Heroes. I like it very much. I'll pass it on to you next time. I originally had a lot of it in my space. Taiwan has done very well in this area, including Xianjian, Zhiguan, and Yuquan. It's for men, but it's just like a man who has to give up love for the sake of the world It is one thing to sacrifice small love for the sake of all living beings. Sacrificing love for the sake of power are two different qualities. I've shared Shao Yun's story with you. I read it a few days ago and it seems that he is the most mature [relatively older], although he is actually still very young = = I haven't finished writing yet. There will be another paragraph at the end. Then I will pause it and wait for the ethnic minorities to be replenished. I think there are very few opportunities to actually go there, but I bought 25 books and 25 Buddhist scriptures, hehe. What should you do if you suddenly find that you have a different outlook on someone you particularly admire? My setting is that the eldest brother is a chivalrous and righteous person, but he killed the heroine's master. Although good and evil are not mutually exclusive But everything comes from rumors. In other words, even if the heroine Master is not completely faultless, he will not die. Or even if it comes to that, he will always be the master of the heroine... = =. My brother once said that women are like winter clothes and brothers are the limbs of a centipede = =. . . You should have seen this. Well... There's no point in praying, because that's the conflict I'm mainly writing about. Ha ha. So that's it, there's such a distinction between lies, where's the source? If you want to learn Zhouyi, I can recommend a learning website to you. I am impatient. Only the year and month are learned. In fact, both day and hour can be deduced. It's not that I lack courage, it's that I lack self-discipline. It would be better if someone whipped him.
Four Famous Swords, Favorite Mid-Autumn Festival Famous Qin, "Singing Queen and Dancing Queen" A widower and a widower, a widower and a resentful daughter, drinking alone. Birth, old age, illness and death, resentment and separation, love and hatred, this is the place of life. Men in white clothes always have a fairy spirit, and the man in white clothes who plays the piano must have immortal bones. This is the fairy-xia complex. Standing on the height of the moon and looking at the world, how can it not be desolate? Looking down at the world, all things are like ants, gathered and dispersed, worried about separation, fallen flowers come and go again for people to step on, and they are graceful when they climb high alone. I thought that the dance that day was just an illusion, but I didn't know it was real. Maybe the author couldn't bear it. The Book of Heaven blocked the sword for his younger brother. Ruixue gave up in despair. Nine lives have been lost in two places. There should be a feeling to cling to, otherwise the world will pass by like smoke and this life will be in vain. A tune of seven strings, dawn dreams confuse butterflies, humans and piano become one, never leaving. Wherever the sound of the piano goes, there is always a sigh of relief, and everyone looks back attentively. The auspicious light is reflected on the fur, and the snow and mud are claws. I have seen all the past events in this life, and the strings stop and think, and tears fall like rain. Yes and no, they are like immortals. I don't know whether they are right or wrong. The gauze came to an end, and people stared in shock. The mist is flying, and the clouds are clearing to see her. I have seen the joys and sorrows of this world, and the picturesque past. I will finally find a good match and live up to my expectations in this life. Let me ask you again, if you were given your destiny, how much would you wish for... Ruixue replied: "Throw them all away." Here, the reader feels sad. Even though I was feeling miserable while reading it, I didn't feel any pain at all. There are always stories of immortality, it just depends on what people say about them. The ancient sayings are concise, no matter how flashy they are, they are not pretentious. Just a few words can reveal the spring and autumn. But it is also demanding. If it is done deliberately, there are often people who say things that are ruthless or sentimental but loose words. Nalan's words are smooth and flowing, without any artificiality. There is destiny in the mortal world, and it is difficult to escape life and death among the six paths. We mortals, if we meet the fate of immortals and one of us attains enlightenment, we will already ascend to heaven. How can we say the word "abandon"? Only Ruixue has such a broad mind. Traveling through the world, like dreams floating around, disillusionment disappearing, dew like lightning, coming and going without a trace, it is like meeting a person who suffers from the world, wakes up and does not forget the world, and suffers from the pain in the heart, it is really rare. "Before I met you, there were many, many people around me, including my father, my brothers, my mother who took care of me, and many other people. But it seems that since I was born, I have been alone." After more than ten chapters of The Song Queen Dances, my favorite is the last sentence. All living beings are in a hurry, people are busy with worldly affairs, and they move in a hurry. The mist and rain of Pinghu Lake, the mountains and rivers of time, and the flowers on horseback. The autumn water forgets the river, the dusk clouds and the sails, the fleeting light. There are many passers-by, but there are few close friends; there are many silks and bamboos, but there are few close friends. Since birth, I have been alone, surrounded by shadows. Fortunately, in Ruixue, I got to meet someone, my ears and temples rubbed together, and the spring water seemed to be unintentional, subtly warming my heart. In this world, if you meet a strange husband, he is happy with his wife and cannot bear the pain of childbirth. He is a DINK. It can be seen that Ruixue is indeed the first person and truly avant-garde. An article about Mid-Autumn Festival is very popular with me. The story is not new and can be seen everywhere. Such writings are rare in Jinjiang. It is not earth-shattering, but readers dare to guess that the author was already sentimental before writing. Everyone in the world has stories in their hearts and are deeply moved by them. Either illusory or real, either in person or as a spectator. One day, I couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to record it. Maybe I just write a story for one reader. When the story is finished, my wish is fulfilled. But that story will be engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten in this lifetime. I am a novice, and I came here to watch the special effects. I came across "The King of Songs and the Dancing Queen" and I am used to seeing flashy rhetoric. After reading this article, my heart was moved, so I marked it here to fulfill the reader's wish. The author is truly talented and knowledgeable, while the readers are fat and bloated. After writing this humble review, they are dumbfounded and beat their chests and feet, sighing that they are the ones who made people laugh. Half text and half white is really a flaw for readers. We are both science and literature students, and I admire the author. However, it was finished very early. This review comes late, and I am afraid that I will not be able to wait for the author's reply. All in all, to sum it up, remember this moment and never forget this article when you pass by it.
The author is very thoughtful and has a good mood.
It's really hard to imagine that Nalan is a boy. . . . Not bad
Will Nalan finish it? I find it difficult to write