Coming from thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of rivers, I was afraid of missing the moment when I met you.
Love is like this — —
Because you understand, you are merciful.
Because he understood, he opened his arms to her when she needed it the most. He smiled when she was lost in the wrong direction. That was why he let her go and let her fly. Even if she had to climb mountains and leave his world, he was willing — understanding, tolerant, and trusting.
There was no lack of love in Longan's writings. Those tender little words of love, those dripping drops of water under the moonlight, would always be able to inadvertently touch the softest chord in one's heart.
The love in "Imperial Phoenix" is a retrace of reincarnation; the love in "Yan Qing" is a faint engraving like flowing water; but the love in "Fu Yao" is the first time since I read Longan's works that I have such a deep taste of a person's love, from acquaintance to knowing each other, to being unable to extricate themselves from it. It is deep and shocking.
On the Xuanyuan Martial Platform, she resolutely raised her sword, the wanton teasing and frolicking under the cliff, the figure flying in the night of thunder, the graceful appearance after the water splashed outside the inn … him, her, them. Fate is decided, love is born.
In my opinion, the women of the ancient times have a myriad of faces, but do not be sad.
Women in the boudoir mourn the misfortune of not knowing. Parents' intentions and matchmakers' words, often on the red candles and the wedding bed, when they first meet, they are already married. Women in the brothel mourn the misfortune of not knowing. Poetry is cozy, a perfect match, but the flowers are destined to wither and the water is heartless.
That year, who will marry who, until the end of time.
There will always be some distance in the world, a sorrow that even if you climb the tower, you will not be able to reach.
But in the domain of love, what is right or wrong? How can this love be for nothing?
The night rain dyed the sky blue. Some people do not need to posture, they can still achieve a shocking feat.
That is why such outstanding men chased after her, protecting her by her side; that is why, in the end, their hearts were filled with tears.
It was not that he did not hate Pei Yuan, but at a certain moment, he chose to forgive her. She and Yan Jingchen, a lifetime of entanglement and love, her devotion, her love, her kindness, the most beautiful things in her life, were all given to him. And he, let her down so. For the sake of a country girl that she had always disdained, a girl that she had never put in her eyes, and also a girl whose brilliance was incomparable in an instant … How unwilling and how cruel she was. Her pride and arrogance fell from the clouds at that moment, buried in the dust, never to return. Just like that, we are getting further and further apart … When will I really feel old? In fact, his heart had already aged … Her final departure had become a debt that he would never be able to repay in his heart. Who was right, who was wrong.
As for him, because of his initial mistake, he lowered himself into the dust, but he was still unable to redeem himself. There were some things that, once missed, would eventually lead to the end of the world.
There was also such a man who was obsessed with cleanliness, but was willing to be stained by the world of mortals with her. He was lonely in his previous life, but did his best to give her a lively and noisy life. He was cold and aloof, but was only willing to be by her side with the simplest existence. His long-cherished wish was fulfilled, his blood vengeance was avenged, but the feelings of the past, the debts, the guilt, everything, all the sins, he chose to bear alone. She should have known that since she had done so much for him, the kiss on the palm, the embrace under the wall, the New Year together … Forget it, he couldn't keep her. The longing under the mask, the unchanging pursuit and protection, was eventually pushed away by her responsibility and gentleness. The song of farewell, you can see that the pinnacle of glory and splendor, how difficult it is to bear the loneliness without her? At this moment, even someone as resolute as her couldn't bear to destroy this magnificent display of fireworks.
Enlightenment. Without discussing the Dao, one's heart was bitter.
Love is like this, how can I give up?
Looking at it today, Fu Yao had unknowingly already written more than 1,300,000 words. My Emperor is mighty!
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