When we first met in Qiwu, we fell in love at first sight.
Probing and getting closer step by step, getting lost and sinking inch by inch
Confess old sorrows and cherish each other
Harmony, tenderness, love pouring out
Until the dusty scroll is opened, two similar faces intertwined and overlapped
It turns out that the so-called loyalty is only because of this face
The scroll burns with love, and people are far away from the world
After three years of searching, when we meet again, we are at war with each other and our lovesickness has faded.
The ups and downs of life and death, the entanglement of fate, gathering and dispersing like sand, the different roads between north and south
May I call you "Qingqing" again?
Tell all the thoughts and thoughts of these more than a thousand days and nights
The evening of Yan in the northern country, the evening of spring in the south of the Yangtze River
Magnolia flakes of snow, begonia condensation
The geese return late, lingering in my heart for a long time
In this life, I only wish to return to my heart, dear, and live up to my age.
It is an imaginary setting. The names of people, places, officials in the dynasties, etc. In the article refer to each dynasty, and should not be linked to the historical background, and textual research is declined.
First time writing, self-entertainment, novice plot, updated as the occasion arises
Intention: The wild geese return late, lingering in my heart for a long time.