Xia Yan Rumeng Furniture Wei Zi

Maybe if we don't meet or meet, the prospect of this life will not be so depressed. At the age of sixteen, the haze you made was like Xia Hong. Maybe you will forget it eventually, maybe you will never forget it again.

Under Mount Emei, a little girl named Guo Xiang, accompanied by a green donkey, is travel-stained, tired, but very happy. Her long-lost thoughts can finally be quietly placed here. Brother's dreamlike haze has long gone with the wind, and the pen that wrote down that memory has gradually become dusty in the blue light yellow volume. About letting go and missing is just wandering in my obsession.

At the age of sixteen, the fireworks in Xiangyang quietly lit up the most beautiful night sky in a jubilation as usual. The great warrior she expected didn't appear for a long time. After the wind and smoke, eldest brother still didn't appear. Everyone's joy drifted away from her, but the oath took root in her heart. This course is a lifelong commitment.

If you didn't come that year; If you are not old that year; If that year, without her. Then the story about us may become a much-told story like our parents. It's just that the wind doesn't listen and the moon doesn't care. When we first met at Fengling Ferry, you left three Jin Baihe flowers, but I stayed for thirty years. At the beginning of that year, you were as elegant as ever, with an iron sword fluttering and white hair fluttering, but still, you were proud of being a hero in the world.

Perhaps such an encounter, like a stranger, did not fear the wind and rain, did not move the rainbow, but left a throb in the girl's heart.

The seed of love, secret love may be the most beautiful memory. I once envied your dragon son, but in the end I abandoned the stubbornness of the big lady in a sentence "I wish Brother Yang and Sister Yang meet at an early date". Yes, you and she are as close as the sun and the moon, and I am just a little girl who has not yet been wet behind the ears. What I really like can only be helpless blessings.

Fireworks in Xiangyang city, I was still worried about your arrival, but separation was mentioned again. There is a pine tree under the moon, a harp in the forest and a leisurely hut. What a wonderful thing. But I can only say, "I am very excited to meet you well this time." One day I will meet you in the Jianghu, then have a drink and say goodbye. " The moon is in the sky and the breeze is blowing, but I can only send it with tears in my eyes.

Say goodbye to this, another day has become another year. Since then, there has been less concern in the world and more acacia in the rivers and lakes.

Outside Xiangyang city, the grass is growing, the bridge is broken outside the post, and there is nowhere to put my thoughts. It is the wind, the rain, the advice before heartbroken, and the affection that no one is looking for. The flowers in the valley are still derived. Clouds are still scattered outside the valley, people are in a hurry, and the flickering commemoration only goes down the river with a boat.

After many years, the amazing time was finally erased by the years. The arrangement of Shaolin in Lu Yu You Yue made her more convinced that Sanfeng was just a passer-by, and my eldest brother would miss it eventually.

When time marries the past, everything is calm again. Emei finally ushered in the most brilliant moment of his life, which is a relief for her and a commemoration of the past. Sixteen-year-old fireworks bloomed in her heart, and fenglingdu's dust also existed in time. Big brother surprised her youth. This kind of love has also been restored here.

Time is just writing this legend, and parting is their best ending.

Since then, Emei has been an ancient Buddha; Gulp in the rivers and lakes; The other is in Wudang.

At some point in the past, all three of them met. Guo Xiang named his disciple Fengling. Fengling, the most beautiful memory, maybe one day, she will call Fengling and think of her eldest brother, but that kind of yearning is only accompanied by a wisp of fragrance, her hands folded and she reads "Jun 'an".

Are the clouds on Mount Emei like 16-year-old fireworks?

The night before yesterday, after watching the condor heroes, Yang Guo lost the little dragon girl. 16 years later, we met again. I thought the girl played by Guo Xiang. Sure enough, the title of chapter 33 is "Wind chimes at night". I can't bear to read Guo Xiang's later poem "fenglingdu first meets Yang Guo for life" and sigh. At the gates of Xiangyang, Guo Xiang was tied to a high platform, but Guo Jing knew that he could not destroy Xiangyang to save his daughter. ...