Liuguangshou·wuqionglou

The song forgot to dance around the beam Wine forgets to relieve sorrow Qionghua sighs that ray of worry Who is waiting in the setting sun? The wind disturbed the remaining candles The rain is messy and leaking even more Helpless, that hint of weight loss in Partridge Sky Who is holding hands in the moonlight? Fireworks in Yangzhou in March. Qionghua Tower. Introduction ☆ Holding an ink ingot and blurring out deep and shallow traces, I picked up the pen next to the sapphire case. If one day, you and I can raise a case with eyebrows raised, it will still be a sapphire case, but it will not be a Taiji case with freehand brushwork, but a tray filled with lingering memories. ☆ The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life, one of which is "not getting what you want." That is to say, all things in the world, what the heart loves and enjoys, cannot be obtained after seeking them. Half asleep and half awake, I was under the frost-covered Qionghua tree. My white tea-white cloak was covered with flecks of flying frost. The feeling was mottled with the first sight of me. There is a building in Yangzhou named Qionghua. There are many beautiful families in the building, and they spend the fleeting years together. As time goes by, I hope you will stay together. But I have no intention of lingering. Regardless of whether I want to or not, I will eventually go to Chang'an. I didn't know at first that all the flowers in the world were waiting for that parting glance. In the hazy encounter, I didn't see clearly the peerless face hidden under the veil. The tea is made of plum blossoms, the harp is made of snow and Zen powder, a thousand layers of bead curtains, and a sapphire table. Little did they know, they were drifting away from each other. Little did he know that everything was an illusion. Her story, "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" is just the beginning, and I just passed by her once plucking the strings. She stands between the intertwined red lines. Who will she be on the other side of in the end? Xiang Yue, "King Kumoxi got married recently. I heard that the bride is a woman who is very good at playing the piano, and her surname is Wenren." Meng Jie, "The phoenix begs for the phoenix, and playing a song for a lifetime is enough." Cen Xingxiao, "The mistress of Bize Villa will always be you." … One day, there will be no flowers in Qionglou. I can't see perfection, but I can't see the amazing nostalgia in the depths of the world of time.