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I still remember that when I was writing "Three Lives of Immortal Tribulation", there was always a melody in my mind, which accompanied me to outline the love, hate and obsession of the protagonist in the three lives. Finally, I turned this inspiration into a song - "Books and Thoughts of Reincarnation". Welcome all immortal friends to NetEase Cloud Music to listen to this love that spans life and death. **"Book of Three Lives·The Tribulation of Immortal Fate" **Three Life Obsession·One Sword Breaks the Sky** **In the first life**, she was the concubine **Yun Zhiyi** who was locked in a deep palace. Before her death, she wrote "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" in blood:\

If you are working, remember that because you have a double chin, don't lower your head when encountering any difficulties. A girl, with a small electric cooker, went abroad for the first time, to Europe for the first time, 150 days, 27 cities, 2 countries, China, with 500 postcards of her photography, slept on 28 "sofas" in Italy, and took 57 trains. This is really not my "gap year" trip, this is just a fantasy life back in my "hometown" in Italy. I set up a stall in front of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence to sell postcards. I watched a band performance by a singer whose car owner I met on a ride in a small bar in Empoli. I watched the foam-like sea on the beach in Livorno. I chatted about freedom with a German captain who had four girlfriends in the port of Sardinia. I followed a little black cat in the Colosseum in Rome. For half an hour, I watched the snow-capped mountains on the active volcano in Catania, and almost fell into the sea without the wind on the Turkish steps in Agrigento... I have always felt that life needs poetry and distance. A good trip is actually a slow, down-to-earth life elsewhere. I always believe that there are more interesting possibilities for myself and the world. Jing Xiaoyu, English that is as good as a tripod cat + Italian that is more tripod than a tripod cat + a person with difficulty getting out of bed who can go out before dawn to take pictures + a road blind person who can get lost even with a GOOGLE map + a first grader in the kitchen who can only cook dishes - but this does not stop him from wandering in distant places.

But the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard by the ears and heard by the eyes, "The river is clear, don't be afraid, there is me." "Qin Yuzhi, it's great to meet you."

Sometimes my memory reminds me of the withered flowers in late summer, which once bloomed brightly and were dazzling. But as time goes by, no matter how beautiful the memory is, it will become the past and become the so-called history. As a result, people will gradually forget their memories and slowly form new memories. This is the law of nature, and it applies to flowers as well as people. Since you can't change it, why not just accept it openly? Don't you know the good and the bad only after you have experienced it? Choose to forgive, because there are too many good things in memory. She chose to leave because the darkness of reality was too much for her to bear. Choose to embrace, because of the warm light he gives in the darkness. She just wants to have ordinary happiness. However, reality cruelly deprived her of her extravagant hopes. What exactly is happiness? Is it deception? Is it a lie? Or that once warm hug? His pure heart was slowly eroded by reality, and the woman he loved so much in front of him was betrayed by his dream. Remorse? But he could no longer embrace her. Because once I let go, I had already sentenced this relationship to death. He just looked at her silently, just because he was not qualified. However, seeing her helplessly struggling, he felt pain, heartache. Can you let me love you? Can you let me protect you? He originally thought that everything was within easy reach, but when she appeared in front of him, he realized that he was wrong. It turns out that love can make people so crazy. I'm sorry, but can she still accept it? Flying flowers and getting late, only flowers and smiles...