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An addictive memory, a moist look back. An ancient ocean, a hollow prosperous age. A battle of life and death, an escape from love. It was written in that life when the flowers bloomed and I was no longer young. This is a story of flying flowers chasing the moon, and a tearful alliance in the world. This is also a kind of kindness that has no end, life and death, and blood that transcends the sea of ​​time. This is also the story I decided to write for the rest of my life. No matter how many pauses there are, no matter whether the wandering comes true, no matter whether we turn our backs to the sunshine of the times. Turn around and look up and sing a happy sigh, the thin clouds fade away, the passing years are like Yishui, they merge into lanterns to be drunk, the flowers bloom for a while, and the Ukiyo-e paintings are accidental. This is a martial arts fantasy and youth love story about tragic time travel. The previous "Fei Hua Si Shui Shui Tears" is just the opening song of the full text. The story begins with the fire mark burning the sky. In addition, the address of my collection of essays is: http:\u002F\u002Fmy. Hongxiu. Com\u002F918\u002F9179918\u002Fmyinfo. Html Another novel that is being changed, "Chilling Tears Waiting for the Next Reincarnation":

1 [The same cigarette lights up the midnight at the end of time] She said she liked to light a cigarette in the corner and burn her loneliness. That year, she was only seven years old. He said he liked to look for corners in cigarettes and find drifting. That year, he was only twelve years old. During that period, they listened to a song called "Smoking the Same Cigarette". During that period, they imagined that they would last forever because they did not need to shine. She said: "I am just a tear in the crowd. If you meet again one year, either you will die or I will be broken." He said: "There is a cold poison in my body. If you hug me again one day, either you will tremble or I will leave." They have a common name called: Hanchan Tears. He called her Yang Hua and she called him Bai Tao. She said she liked the panic of the light, reading unintelligible words one by one. She said she didn't like attention, she said she didn't like being hugged, she said she didn't like being noisy, she said she didn't like being controlled, she said she hated betrayal, and besides freedom, the only thing she believed in was fate. He said that he likes drinking, colorless strong liquor, the feeling of burning in the throat, like the temperature of late spring and early summer, with a sense of helplessness and soft sadness in the coolness. That year, he was seventeen years old. She is nineteen years old. They have a common name called reincarnation. He called her Mengyu. She called him Gaoshu. She said that she wandered the streets at midnight, looking at the splendor of the world with the most wanton eyes in the night, whether it was the brilliance of lights, or the wandering wanderers, or perhaps, the smoke rising from a string of barbecues at the stalls. She said she just liked uncertainty. He said that he liked to see children after school, carrying schoolbags, nibbling snacks, cheering and cheering, which was infinitely warm. That year, he was thirty-seven and she was twenty-eight. They have a common name: waiting. Her name is Ennian. His name is Su Mu. She said that she was surrounded by an invisible aperture and felt lonely in the world of thought. She said that she liked plants and hated animals. He said that his loneliness and indifference were poured out by a glass of red wine. The only thing he could give her in this life was wandering and insecurity. That year, he was twenty-one years old. That year, she was seventeen years old. Her name is Liangya. His name is Owen. They have a common name called: Next Stop. They are all lonely cigarettes, only suitable for lighting in the corner; they are all teardrops at the end, only suitable for flowing out in the prosperous and empty city. They are all trembling in the middle of the night, only suitable for appearing in your unconsciousness. In addition: I travel through the martial arts series "Flying Flowers and Water Song": http:\u002F\u002Fnovel. Hongxiu. Com\u002Fa\u002F276181\u002F Personal collection: http:\u002F\u002Fmy. Hongxiu. Com\u002F918\u002F9179918\u002Fmyinfo. Html