Mengxia is getting hotter and hotter, the moon is flowing in the sky, the shadows of flowers are whirling, and the night is as cool as a wash.
Puyun Temple is built along the river, standing deserted under the silver light, surrounded by brilliant flowers that wrap the entire hilltop.
There is a beautiful woman like jade, turning off the light to face the dawn, hugging her shadow without sleep, standing alone under the locust tree. A cool breeze blows, and the tip of her nose is filled with the light fragrance mixed with the fragrance of flowers and grass.
The moonlight shines on the flowers, as if covered with a thin layer of snow.
"The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet."
The moon floated on the river, illuminating the half-open window, and found two words on the plaque beside the door:
"Flowers will eventually bloom and fall, and we have no intention of meeting each other."
War broke out and the mountains and rivers were broken. The young emperor under the Dingyuan sect stood on his horse and reined his horse back: "Give him a good burial."
"Are you serious about not staying?"
"Don't stay."
Intention: The reunion of the most kind and pure people with their relatives and friends