Tongyuan Ji

In the thousands of years of troubled times, the fate of sobriety and pain. A glimpse of Luoyang's late autumn reveals fate. It is a ruler scattered in the rivers and lakes, ideally ironed; It is the pearl trapped in the chess game, with clear eyes. So far, the ends of the earth are here together, and the wind and rain are here together. The court hall is full of chaos, the rivers and lakes are bloody, All because of one person's presence, the flowers will remain undefeated in the distance. Concern is silent: When he is in danger, she always adjusts the patrols just right; She's safe, and he can still get the medicine for his injuries. In the letter from the family, he quietly left in danger; in the night bag, he picked up the silver hairpin for her. I am so pleased with you, but you don't know. We know that we can't do it, but we protect each other. Our ideals are bumped into stone and fire, and we even know that we are going into the abyss, but we are still willing to walk together without regrets. In the twelfth lunar month, the bells for offering sacrifices to heaven hang, the palace gates will be stained with blood, and the mountains and rivers will collapse. He held a ruler to judge the injustice of the sky, but she made a secret move and stirred up the situation. In the darkness of each other, only light and sound can be seen; on the sunken ship, there is conspiracy and martyrdom. This heart is in the same boat, this feeling is silent. I want to grow old together, but I also want to be with you when the lights are dimmed. It is not the wind and moon, but the pure soul, which is focused on overturning, knowing that this is a disaster, and we will perish together.