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Looking to the south of Shaoling, the air is like smoke, and the waves of wheat are rising and cuckoo is returning. After all, all the ups and downs have their own causes!

[I have been troubled recently, and I have just passed the exams. I have nothing to do and live in chaos. Very much like him, Lu Xun in his old capital was even worse than him. It seems that today, it is ridiculous and shameful to stand up at thirty. I hope this will calm my mind and allow me to think about life without wasting my time. Everything I wrote before has been discontinued. I hope I won't give up halfway this time. Come on! ! ! ! Regarding this story, what cannot be avoided in Chang'an is also the matter of the emperors and generals. Here, I start this new story...

I adhere to a realistic writing style. This book uses a strong sense of humanism to describe a story that happened in the south of Chang'an City, a story that can be both uplifting and tearful. Among them, there are joys, sorrows, love and hate. I hope you will join me in walking into this time and space pattern.

Online romance, we are two lovers, separated by long distances. Because the job was so close, then it was missed. Returning to the north to mourn the red, I frequently look south, with deep love and deep heart, but I have been slow to go south... In the beauty's dream, when will we meet again... The water of the Xiangjiang River is green, and the hatred of Miluo is deep... All the madness in the past was in vain, the scars in my heart were torn open last night, and the dreams I had been chasing for so long were shattered. Who would still be hiding in the corner, describing the faded love? No matter how hard I racked my brain, the red passion could not be revived. Among all the guests who have passed by in my life, there is only one that I cannot forget. Her influence has been deeply rooted in me. Every habit I have has to remind me of the person who was once a star in my life. She was and still is unique and unparalleled, and holds my heart. I used to think that distance meant nothing to me, but I still lost to it. I am extremely ashamed! But to this day, I have failed, my love has failed, what should I use to exchange for happiness, my wishful thinking? My silent singing? I'll choose the latter! No matter how miserable the world is, I only need an inch of pure land!