In the third year of Ming Dynasty and Jin Dynasty, there was a heavy snowfall in Bianjing
The snowflakes are falling, the red walls and black tiles are disappearing, leaving only a series of deep and shallow footprints, telling one's pain and sorrow.
When Cen Changqing first met her, it was the Great Cold in the 16th year of Jiayuan.
The visitor stood outside the hall in the wind and snow, with the snowbird floating in the air, half a foot of snow covering his shoulders, and the flowing wind between the snow suppressed the sadness in his eyes.
It was also snowing that day.
At that time, I broke willows and gave them to each other to express my feelings of separation; the rain and the wind were blowing, and I expressed my farewell wishes.
The mountains and rivers are torn apart, and they are sparse, and they encounter misfortune.
When we meet again, we are already strangers in the world
She has been trapped in the wind and snow all her life, looking for a secluded Tingzhou.
Perhaps he had never seen the person in front of him clearly from the beginning, and could only swallow his sorrow.
The history books are endless, and the green mountains sleep forever. The Tao is endless and the enlightenment is unclear.
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Note: ① There is no absolute good and evil.
②The emotional line has a long history and no clear emotional direction.
③This is a broken yet passionate story about a small world.
Intention: The great road is in the dark, and the body has arrived.
