Maybe the moment we meet, we are doomed to disperse.
but how can we make it disperse?
Those three gold needles, the prosperity of sixteen years old, and the heartbroken cliff that forgot my life ... remind me of a little bit in my heart, but they are perfect that can never fade.
it's not a love affair. Calm down, it is a thrush in the boudoir, dancing the sword under the moon, and perhaps you can immediately take the lead, splashing blood on the yellow sand, just like your parents, serving the country and the people, drinking a heroic drink and slowly getting old.
However, how can this complicated Jianghu enter that lonely soul?
a floating life is like a dream without a place to wake up, a touch of lonely clouds, a wisp of breeze, just like an endless wandering river.
a sword, a donkey, can't bear to stop; Turn around, it's the end of the world.
The poem at the end of the article is Li Bai's autumn wind poem, which means to show the consciousness of lovesickness, so it is appropriate to put it at the end of the article.