The stars turn into water, drift with the tide, and wake up to know the absurdity of dreams.
Love letters shed blood and tears, and tea grinds begonia.
When you wake up from a dream, you can remember what happened in the dream. False words are all over the paper.
How many lines of tears did you spy through the curtains? Tears touched my skirt several times (thoughts on reading a dream of red mansions for twenty-seven times)
Vanity is boring, and it is even more worrying to think of your hometown when you lock your dreams.
Birds chase each other because they cry, and falling flowers smell better.
Whenever the product passes by, the more melancholy it is, the more heartache it is.
Chibi is unforgettable because it is not ink but blood (thoughts after reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms)
Tears spilled on the Yangtze River merged into a river, and how much flesh and blood was scattered at one time.
Kill the fire and burn the river to save the major general, and the fierce river has no body.
How much hate is taken away by the east wind, and it hurts for more than a hundred years.
xin wang chao