When the dynasty has been established for a long time, the government will be clear and clear, and the country and the people will be safe. The capital system is prosperous and enlightened, and all nations come to visit. The atmosphere is open, the orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing, the fireworks are in the willow lanes, the lovers are forming their own families, the talented man and the beautiful woman are a golden match, and who can tell them.
Moreover, the current prince Xie Qiheng and the Prime Minister's daughter Su Jia were in love, and they were in love with each other. They were a match made in heaven. Every neighborhood in the capital knew about it, and the storyteller devoted his life's talents to add color to this romantic anecdote.
However, everything must be reversed. General Lin, who had returned from a long battle, proposed in the court that his only daughter, Lin Man, should be married to the prince. Everyone in the court remained silent, and the emperor agreed to the marriage. For a while, the capital was noisy and the discussion continued...
Twenty years later, in the Gobi desert, the sky is filled with yellow sand. The sun is slowly setting, getting bigger and redder.
Lin Man looked at the person in front of him, and time seemed to stand still. He was still the handsome young man from Chang'an, and he had never changed.
It would be great if the middle twenty years could be folded and only this scene could continue.
"In the next life, I hope you and I will never meet again." She said one after another.
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
Intention: If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan?