?Life is long but short. Just now the westerly wind on the ancient road is now wandering alone on the colorful path of fallen flowers.
?Walking in the rivers and lakes, the smoke and water on this bank are blurred, and the sunset on the other bank is vast. Along the way, how many spring breezes and autumn moons have been read, and how many fragrances of summer, lotus and winter snow.
Rolling red dust, who can keep it eternal? All living beings are nothing more than passers-by in the universe.
Throughout the ages, the stories of so many people, whether it¡¯s joys and sorrows, desolation, or life and death, are superimposed. If the new blue sky.
At this time, I just want to say: What should come will come, and there is no need to regret the loss. Cherish what you enjoy now! Today's story is tomorrow's story. After a while it became a legend. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com