Fishing

Hate the world, what is love, teach life and death to each other. Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has experienced the cold and heat several times. Pleasure is joyful, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children among them. You should have something to say. Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains covered with dusk snow, only shadows for whom? On Hengfen Road, I was lonely and played the flute and drum. The desolate smoke is still plain and clear. How come the souls of Chu are moaning? The mountain ghosts cry in the wind and rain. God is jealous. If you don't believe it, the orioles and swallows will all be in the loess. Eternal. In order to entertain the poet, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu. He is the King of Lanling, the god of war. I am an ordinary female college student in the 21st century. I was born in his hometown and have regarded him as my idol since I was a child. Finally, in an accident, I met him by accident and fell in love. He drank the poisonous wine, blood sprayed out, dyeing the sky red, and he closed his eyes peacefully. I burst into tears: Chang Gong, tell me, it's not you who dyed the sky red, but the sky dyed you red. He wasn't answering. After many twists and turns, I made my choice and let him go.