Millennium Silk Source

Qinglan has been hiding in Beijing for thousands of years, keeping books and spreading the fragrance of ink from generation to generation. There is a daughter in the Shen family whose name is Qingci, and the thin gold inscription is in the air. Occasionally, I encountered Wen Yuan and met Shi Yan, who was as gentle and gentle as a jade edge. The stick has been stuck to the spine for twenty years, and the magnolia hairpin is tied to the heart. I don't know the spring breeze for the first time, and I am sailing at night in the middle of the frost. The stone lions looked at each other and swore an oath for thousands of years, and the remnant lotus listened to the rain and never forgot it. It rains in Tangxi for fifteen years, and once it snows, you can see the light of day. The flames of fire teach the family business, and they hold hands side by side to protect the windows. My parents sat opposite each other, enjoying tea and cigarettes, and wrote letters to each other during the Qingming Festival. Keep the book, keep the heart, and keep the promise, and we will share the setting sun together in the years to come. Thousands of years of friendship have finally paid off. From now on, the world is home.