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Ailao Mountain is in late autumn.
The light fell on the ground, the leaves made a gentle noise, the slight wind and the little sunshine. Xiaofeng blushed and blinked and went to the master's room.
Luo Xuan, dressed in gray, stood still. Looking out of the window, bamboo branches covered her, and her heart was gentle and light. Xiaofeng smiled and went to the master, holding a paper roll in his hand and handing it respectfully. When the master unfolded it, he saw that the handwriting was delicate and elegant, but it also faintly revealed Zong Yi's pride, and the words involved were full of aura. He smiled comfortably, as warm as the sun in early spring, and Xiaofeng was praised. She asked questions with affection and spoke softly. Master was no longer as strict as that day, and answered with a smile, but also
Mourning the distant mountains like wearing, the mountain springs winding, reflecting the left and right, Xiaofeng plays the Linxi flute, and the flute sounds cold. She is Jing Chai, and she does not wear makeup. The owner behind her was insatiable, and at that moment, she could not extricate herself from the lingering worries. The graceful phoenix flower bloomed in her heart, and Xiaofeng turned back and smiled again, her eyebrows faintly.
The days are still slowly flowing. Ailao Mountain is picturesque at this time. Days are held in the palm of your hand by love. In the flying dark dust, Xiaofeng wore a gorgeous gauze skirt, walked through the delicate and quiet cloister, and crossed the youth that was so light that there was no sadness. Park Piao Su-su was clear and faint, and she said with surprise, "Master, Xiaofeng made you angry. This is my little gift. "
I wrote it with blurred eyes and sour warmth, which was the brightest and warmest time in her life.
On a colorful day, Xiaofeng was full of affection, and Luo Xuan's heart was on the verge of falling. The enthusiasm of youth creates a feast of love. Why did you give up your life? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy, and master will no longer do that kind of meaningless struggle. She held her breath and gently held Xiaofeng's hand, as if stroking a rare treasure, charming and moving. Luo Xuan looked back at Xiaofeng gently and sweetly. Xiaofeng experienced the ecstasy brought by the initial throb of life. In the next sixteen years, the phoenix bloomed in stormy nights and shone like fireworks in their memories.
(Love is like fire/how to burn it all your life/it won't last long/I just want to grow old overnight/never part)
Luo Xuan's deadpan manipulation and phoeny's relationship can't stand the unexpected torture. Even though Master built a swing pavilion for Xiaofeng, her tears fell quietly and said goodbye with scars.
He spent a period of seclusion in the mountains. When I came out, my face was haggard with a fracture, and the clever seven edges turned into an arc curve in the air. He looked at her like a lifetime ago, and his cold hands left dark red, shameful and hateful scars on her pipa. The only thing in the world that can stop the seven coincidences is the nine rings. Her eyes are misty and cold.
It's another snowy day. Winter is the season of their parting.
Luo Xuan and Xiaofeng walked into a pool of blood together. He raised his head stubbornly, his eyes blurred and he breathed a deep sigh of relief.
For thousands of years, with a flick of a finger.
There is a rosy sunset on the horizon. In the hazy artistic conception, Luo Xuan sits in a wheelchair and looks at the forbearing orange sunset. The true glory of the years left traces on his silky white hair, and the sunset gradually faded. He calmly returned to his room.
Plum blossoms stand out from the crowd, set off the fluttering snowflakes, phoeny sniffed the flute independently, beautiful peony, popular stunning, red silk and Phnom Penh set each other off, apricot yellow is gorgeous and green, rose gauze is green with rose sleeves, lilacs are dyed with patterns, and Leng Yan's peach blossoms are attractive with poppy temperament.
Sixteen years later, Xiaofeng is brilliant and radiant, so charming. Luo Xuan looked at each other from a distance, quietly. Seeing him and her loneliness and splendor, I can't help feeling sorry and ridiculous. They fought like anger, and he said he would retaliate and destroy them. She said she would kill them all. A bloody catastrophe only happened in two families named Ronie. Ordinary people caught in the middle are really bitter.
Xiaofeng came to the fake blood pool, and her tears were crystal clear. In those days, Master wore a white dress and smiled gently, and an intoxicating figure appeared in front of her eyes. After 16 years of vicissitudes, her lonely feelings are entangled.
She carefully hid a broken time, and the messy fragments and silhouettes became more and more new in the years like water. Xiaofeng lingered and stared at the blood pool where Master was hiding. When she heard Luo Xuan say that I don't know you, she was very sad, and Xiaofeng was not the only one who was sad. The gentle and desolate background attracted her. However, the extravagant hope of hugging is ashamed in front of his indifference, and Xiaofeng's tears can't stop flowing down, exhausting so many years of waiting.
Somewhere in my heart/so bright/but so cold/everyone/has a kind of sadness/wants to hide/but wants to seal/you are me/unspeakable hurt/wants to forget/can't help but recall/likes exile/stumbles all the way/your bondage/can't be released)
At dawn, Xiaofeng caressed the flute of a thousand souls and lay it across her chest. Surging sadness poured down from her head. His love is too short to forget, but too long. If she wants to stop suffering, she must be a fire phoenix reborn from the fire.
The color of Ailao Mountain is yellow and desolate. The light spots of the years cast by sparse branches and leaves, the hollow panes of mahogany and the handrails have faded and peeled off. They have white hair and shallow wrinkles that can't be covered. Under the gray-black sky, Xiaofeng's desperate tears, strong hatred and great pity made her die suddenly. A ruby between her eyebrows makes all gorgeous languages as pale as summer flowers. The master caressed Xiaofeng.
I remember that in the glittering and translucent years, he once leaned slightly and looked at the little girl who couldn't play the flute with a caring smile. He said, "Good."
You are too kind to me. )
When Luo Xuan walked slowly across the bridge with great excitement, phoeny, who was still young, was captured silently by the glorious white warrior, and was amazed.
He treats her with biting warmth and coldness, and I like them as if I were narcissistic about my poor and rich life.
When Xiaofeng first met Luo Xuan, she was deeply attracted by his calm, peaceful and steady breath. Ailao Mountain has been hot and cold for eight years. She is willing to know all kinds of flattery and has a low eye. In a blink of an eye, she became a young girl with a slim figure and vivid appearance. She smiled indifferently at her lover, her eyes crossed, her feelings were endless, and her amorous feelings were full of eager ambitions. He looked at it with enthusiasm. The woman in "Seeds of Love" arrogantly demands a doomed love. She called to master in a soft and shy voice, and his heart was broken. So, with the endless spring scenery that night, even though Luo Xuan resisted the temptation of Xiaofeng's youth and purity, she finally indulged her already faltering and uncontrollable desire. That night, she catered to his touch and hug sweetly and confusedly.
After the flowers bloomed, the sea changed overnight. His warmth was fleeting, anxious and restless, and he was indifferent, alienated and hurt to her. She cried sadly, struggled and robbed the land, but she could decide everything calmly and successfully between turns. In fact, she has never been thoroughly remoulded, but she is willing to hide. He looks at her like an enchanting girl. The heart of the great warrior Luo Xuan is sometimes like a woman, which can't afford to give and can afford to hide; Xiaofeng, on the other hand, has no woman's drift, but has a plenty of man's initiative and heroism.
For sixteen years, he was tortured to death, forgot his unforgettable love, treated incurable injuries, and lived in a moldy stone house with an unknown name. Yi Deng is like a bean, the lights are rustling and the figure is lonely. It was not until she came to be domineering that she saw that Luo Xuan in white was no longer in full swing and became a living dead man with a pure heart and hatred. She can only be desperate to be strong, or clamoring to put him in. Sure enough, she showed deep love again, held him gently in her arms and whispered in his ear. Who had expected that he would easily come out of endless memories, and no one was watching. Her face was in tears and she was speechless, and her resentment was growing.
Don't you know that even if she is as usual, his defense is already in jeopardy, and the cover-up has already been riddled with holes.
That night's Wushan sex has made her once in the sea. She told him clearly that she never dared to love again, even her daughter didn't dare to take it to heart, because "it's too hard to be hated and abandoned." This sense of humiliation has made her life grand and rich, and she can't escape the fate of the world, but the quiet life of 16 years is in line with his always indifferent and quiet mind.
He and she, like white and red, are destined to be poles, and like gray and purple, they occasionally merge, but in the end they can only become more distinct. When good and evil become hysterical at the same time, it will inevitably become a life-and-death war.
In the last Ailao Mountain, clouds are everywhere, leaves are flying, weeds are barren, and the color is gloomy. He is still cold and cheerless, and she is still passionate. Even though she feels sorry for her prosperity, she still hates it. After all, she failed to subvert his supreme belief, and he never doubted it.
She is chilling in Hengtai, and the pain from her heart is endless. Her life is strong, grand and picturesque. Two lines of tears, a ray of laughter and deep red blood make others feel sad and dejected.
Phoenix nirvana, neither love nor hate, gave him a bright white heart.
Luo Xuan picked up phoeny's shriveled body and was cold, cold, unforgettable and beyond redemption. Where will you go in the end, which will make his soul have no way to escape, and his affection can only be disheartened from now on. However, after that, he will think of the past and the cold body that he once held in his hand.
On Ailao Mountain, the dust is everywhere, and things are different, which makes me sad. Here, it was originally beautiful in spring and happy; The deep flute is touching and makes people cry. However, at first, he listened to the music played by the girl by the water for a long time, intoxicated with the flute sound of heaven and earth smiling, and intoxicated with the charming figure.
Alas, this is just a dream.
In a trance, he printed a kiss on her forehead. He and she are the purest lovers in the world.
Xuan slowly arrived at Ailao Mountain. Although he is white-haired and faltering, he still exudes a faint light. Feng came to him and faced this man with unspeakable love and hate, sadness and joy. He still stays at the top of the mountain, keeping the moral unfathomable. She also has a strong desire to destroy it with a blazing flame, only hoping for love in broad daylight. She fearlessly dedicated her youth, love and time. He stood firmly in his position, afraid to take a step forward, and it was extremely cold.
She stepped back slowly, put her hand on the silver edge, and the camera showed slowly and calmly without any background music. All I can see is that her 3,000 hairs are gray, and the murder weapon is on top. It's a pity that blood fell on her lips like crimson petals. She knelt down, resumed her apprenticeship, and humbled herself, but the last sentence she said still took him as a lover.
He is compassionate, but her heart is always independent. He often frowns at her indomitable strong feelings. He thinks that flowers bloom and flowers fall, but it seems that he never thought that she would die in front of him, and the accumulated affection gushed out. Sixteen years later, two scarred people finally embraced and died again.
His eyes were sad and empty, stroking her hair and calling her name gently, but she couldn't be called back. He picked her up and walked forward step by step. My eyes are full of tears. I only hope that she still has a little consciousness at the moment and can feel the man's heartbeat as before.
Even if it's over, I can cry, but I will never sigh. I want to set up a monument to this thrilling love.
Luo Xuan realized his love for phoeny, but phoeny never got it. It was fate that hinted to her again and again that they were doomed not to be blessed.
Even though he tried his best to resist, when he fell to the ground in the rain and was poisoned, he still murmured her name. At this moment, everyone understood that love is inevitable, and then Xiaofeng's reckless confession made Luo Xuan lust after worldly happiness. At that time, he loved her infinitely, and his fingers slipped down her face and fell into her moist hands through her pink lips. He studied it carefully. The smell of him is warm, which reminds her of the only light she once had and lost in the future. She is heartbroken and will never forget it until she dies. This is the most cherished tenderness in her life. At this moment, I am in front of the screen, my heart is already beating, and I am just a little drunk. I wish they would grow old overnight and never wake up. )
He turned his apprentice into a pure angel and his woman into a vengeful demon. After the blind date that night, I separated from him. His indifference can easily cover up his heart injury. He pretended to watch the fireworks from the other side and said unkind words to her. Xiaofeng, a stubborn girl at an early age, never shed a tear when her mother left. Since then, tears and fragility have penetrated her.
However, what can you do with tears? In this world, who will love you if you don't feel sorry for yourself? Understand you? When he treats her like this, he is as proud as her and will fight back. But she knew that while he was resolute, his heart was full of unknown tenderness. He has never shed tears, but his heart is already riddled with holes.
Love made her grow up overnight, and pain made her invincible. They stood by and looked at each other, firmly regretting their death and being ashamed of it. They protected their soft hearts with hard shells until he came to see her with a straight face. 16 years later, she became more and more possessed, but he seemed to become a Buddha (I believe he can really forget it, but it will take longer, and maybe he will be like her until he dies). The opposite of love is indifference. If you still hate, you will still love, even if he is white-haired and colorful. He is still the incomparable white warrior, a brave and strong woman, and the most vulnerable place is love. When she loves the right path, she becomes the right path. When he abandoned her, she was beaten back to her original shape and could never be reborn. Therefore, she can only love in despair and hate her teeth.
What kind of love makes a girl in the mood for love see through everything, experience all the vicissitudes and dim all the passions in her life.
Where can he hide? People who want to forget, even if they don't look and don't want to, will always live in their hearts. Those who love him the most often give the most pain. He looked at the loneliness of the sunset alone, and she was alone in the snow over there, with the attachment of the ubiquitous blood pool and the ghost moon, the sadness hanging together like peas and carrots, and the loneliness of two carefree sadness and lovesickness, and she could only frown, but the lovesickness in her heart, their hearts, across the horizon, had such a secret fit.
Dreams always look beautiful at first. All encounters begin like a godsend, and then they are full of sadness, or they don't have a good ending, or they die lightly.
He and she, who clearly know what they want, are too sober to tie themselves in cages and paint the land as a prison, and they will never find the key to rebirth. They live a meaningless life, extending their lives for expectation and enduring their lives for disappointment. Until the end, he finally wanted to end it, to say goodbye, to say goodbye to memories, to say goodbye to those things. What's the use of that man, Xuan? People all over the world, except herself, believe that she loves you and is as smart as you. I don't know, but you are still indifferent. You can feel her pain. However, what you love most is never her, or even yourself. You would rather suffer all your life and be ungrateful than give yourself and her a glimmer of hope. You turned to look at her. Her hair was gray and she was in tears.
Her dignity sustains her already unbearable love. This passionate woman made the same mistake as her mother's tragedy after all. For love, she, like too many women in the world, chose to grow up eagerly and devoted herself to her beloved all her life. Finally, she was covered with scars and her hands were covered with blood. Every time she tries to get close to him, she makes him escape further (I often think that if she is like a secular woman, she will see through it sadly. How many women can wait for a man with tired heart and youth now 16 years? ), she bloomed like a flower in his hand and quickly withered. This love can't go to the end. She will only end in death. The end of the matter was kind and she helped him. It turns out that no one in this world can live alone.
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