In Xiao Jingyi's heart, Lin Wangshu is the bright moon in the sky, the brightness in the dark night, and the shelter in the wind and snow. Although he was later covered in blood and suffered thousands of sails, there was still a piece of moonlight in his heart, shining on his destination.
I have flipped through three hundred "Book of Songs", read "Li Sao" a thousand times, sailed across the boat in "Guanyong", climbed the city gate in "Zijin", seen the scorching beauty in "Taoyao", and still chatted and enjoyed the silk clothes and scarves of "Out of the East Gate" among the women like clouds. Lin Tiao scratched his head and couldn't figure out why, even though he had taught Xiao Jingyi so many strategies, military tactics, poetry, and economics, why did this little bastard finally grow up to have a love brain.
"The spring day is full of joy, the peaches are blooming, you are standing under that tree, your clothes are flying, I look into your eyes, and I can't look away from you ever since."
"If one day I can ascend to the supreme position in the world, I want the mountains and rivers to be eternally peaceful, the seas and rivers to be clear, and the people to be able to hold on to the ordinary smoke from cooking stoves, while my heart is still like an ice mirror, and the bright moon is still bright, and it will pass away forever in my arms."
Intention: Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.