Looking at the sky, what is life, what is life? Walking on the land, who is my neighbor? Overturn the field fleeting years, alone good body, white horse through the gap, years dye years, residual hair withered, and shadow accompany. The dream is empty, the heart is empty, and the person is also empty.
In that case, let's preserve that clarity in this evil era.
Just like our classmate Feng Siming, who was still listening to a beautiful tune in his small building.
Red is thin, green is not withered.
My heart is haggard, but I don't regret that my youth is gone.
Youth was gone. Her red face was worn away and turned into white bones, and finally she became white-haired in the world.
The wine stops and the song stops. The jade goblet is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright.
However, now that he had lost his youth, he should ask where his hometown was.
However, this question was too far and too difficult.
Finally, she abandoned the ink brush, shed tears, and talked about the sadness of a pool of spring water.
Origin and fate disappear, only shadow to whom?
In his drunken eyes, he still remembered the time when he was young, when he was drunk and singing, that person's smile was as bright as a thousand suns.
Stripping the heart into pieces of frozen memories, until the gray hair became white.
At the top of the building, I dreamed of the bell at the fifth watch. When I woke up, I felt that I was lying on a yellow tree, floating like clouds and mist.
To be honest, although Feng Siming was not a good-for-nothing old man in modern society, he was not someone who would fight and kill every day. It could be said that such a leisurely life was rare in this era. Therefore, our student Feng Siming seized all the free time he had and tried his best to relax.
Just like now, he would let go of everything in his heart and forget everything.
Forget the scars that were left in his heart.
Life and death were separated, smoke flew everywhere, and the flames of war burned away the dreams of the past.
The color of blood and rust dyed the past.
And this year's Dongxiao sound, red leaves flying, but not last year's people.
There was nowhere for the wonderful brush to fall, leaving only a corner in his heart. There was a corner missing and a silhouette was sealed, leaving only a song of Yang Guan's three layers of sorrow.
Dejected life, mottled heart, desolate soul.
Speaking of which, Feng Siming was still quite conflicted. He did not want to be stained with blood. He was destined to set off a bloody storm. Even though he did not want it, who knew that behind the glory, there was such a depression, such loneliness, and so lonely.
No one knew that the rebellion in Xu Prefecture a month later would be Feng Siming's first battle for hegemony in this world. It was also the battle that made him feel the most heartache.
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