A machine. Traveling thousands of miles apart, there is no need to guess. The red candle in the pepper room makes me sleep hard. The phoenix falls against the railing, weaved with lingering regrets, waiting for the man to return on the other side.
Two machines. There are few sounds in the east city of Zimo. The white dew on the jade steps raises one's head in the air. Who knows the fragrance of the lotus? The spring is cool in Jingfu, and I will sleep withered and sad.
Three machines. The plum blossoms lightly tease the fragrant stamens. The flowers in the deep courtyard are intoxicating and pleasant. The plain heart is gentle and soft, the flying phoenix is luxuriant, and I am worried about the passing of this life.
Four machines. The gentle frown whispers the beautiful brocade clothes. Flowing clouds, red makeup, and spring flowers condense. Luo Ying lingers, the mandarin ducks become empty, the phoenix stops and the jade is covered with autumn.
Five card machines. The exquisite servant Huan Hansha. I always regret Chengen's dealings with me alone. The fragrant edelweiss picks up the fragrance, and the steps are carefree, and the night is quiet for the first time.
Six machines. Hibiscus in the mist is the most pitiable. The beauty and beauty endure to wither. The blessings are endless, spotless, and the flowing strings shine in the shadows.
Seven machines. The cattail grass is as tough as silk. Qixia falls and the moon regains its jade beauty. The green willows are fluttering, the beauty is sad, and the eyebrows are painted with smoke locks.
Eight machines. Give wholeheartedly to the world. The moon's shadow is slanting and red. The bamboos are repaired to cover the green, the delicate hands are still pitiful, who can shed tears and break them.
Nine machines. Bing Xue swayed and glanced. The moon is missing, the jade flower is folded into the flower saddle. The dream of a butterfly in purple clothes is in vain, and the lingering love is in vain, but I miss the prosperous years.
She met him at her most beautiful age, without knowing love.
Before, her life was as ordinary as water.
He is the proud son of heaven and has no intention of getting involved in annoying love.
Just because he met her by chance, he fell deeply into love.
Who says love and hate are not scary? Time always wears away the growth of inner emotions.
Unable to extricate herself, in the end she put on the wedding dress, and the person next to her was him, not him.
The more beautiful something is, the more untouchable it is, as he knew when he was young. The price of something like love is too high, and he can't afford it.
The more obvious something is, the more difficult it is to understand, she later found out. He didn't want something like love, and she couldn't afford it in her lifetime.
He only met her one day late, as if it was a lifetime late.
Every time he sends her to his home, he tells himself to make her happy. She always said thank you to him, and every word she said was like a slap in the face to him.
We are always going back and forth in the dilemma of love. We may survive in desperate situations and the sea and the sky are bright, or we may take a step back and feel boundless regrets and regrets.