High Balcony·Mengguique
Fires are raging all over the sky, and as time goes by, it returns to the old days.
There are many differences in the past, who can say whether the deep feelings are true or false.
The youthful spirit is trapped in the past, and all the hatred is poured into the flute string.
Looking at the old wall, there is not only hatred, but the sound of the flute is clear and round.
In the early autumn, the east wind blows over the old eaves, and the lonely geese come and go, and the flesh and blood are involved.
Half a lifetime of makeup, I dare not express my lovesickness.
There are so many joys and sorrows in the world, covered with cold clouds and desolate smoke in the cold moon.
Now I just hope that you will live a safe life and don't lean on the fence again.
"Brother, why are you coming back?"
"I have a conjecture in my mind. If even a fraction of that answer is true, I must go back."
There is a story at the beginning of Xiu Xian Wen, which focuses on ancient power strategies and the bond between a child in the protagonist's group in the first half of his life.
Intention: Write for yourself