The green lotus is muddy and exposed in the middle of the stage. In the face of hundreds of pairs of bright eyes, he didn't dare to cater to them, let alone retreat, but he felt that the hero was short of breath and the cowardly woman was long.

Her rumbling heartbeat was as violent as a war drum, and she ran like a cunning rabbit. Her bare little feet, nowhere to hide, nowhere to land. Her whirling brain was whimsical, frightened and helpless.

A blank, a chaos, a barrenness, a sparse!

Who am I? When was it born? Where? What is the heart? What do you want?

Ignorant, a flash of inspiration, suddenly remembered the mother of this life, Katayu Yoshimitsu, although I can't remember her appearance, I can't remember where she is, but I know that she is homesick, she is dancing, she is playing and singing!

When he landed, he was full of sorrow and madness:

Ni Ni dances to suppress and promote. Diagonally wrapped in clouds, long sleeves drumming. The feather coat is dusty, and the steps are shaking.

Ni Ni dances to stop the voyage. The east wind warms up, and the west rain sings. The southern flute has tears, and the northern flute is alone.

Neon dance, soft and strong. The sun is pale, and the white dew is frost. Said to return, the road is long.

Neon dance, to float and swing. The so-called Yiren swim up. It is said that the water is broken, and the mountains are high.

Neon dance, with the king as the king. Heaven and earth are unkind, and they are fighting in all directions. Thirsty and hungry, fire and fire.

Ni Ni dances, to be confused. Dense clouds do not rain, love is injured. If you are late, you will be mad.

Until the owner of the workshop generously stated on the stage: "This is the last finale tonight, Puxia Cangcang!" It wasn't until the yaoqin on the field was leisurely, the orchestra was turbulent, the hole flute was entangled, the silk and bamboo were continuous, and the dancing was dancing, that she suddenly woke up and danced in the whirlwind.

Han Kai sat in the front row of the warm pavilion, he had important things to do, he only wanted the soldiers to be fast, he had no intention of dreaming and watching the dance, and there were countless conspiracies in his heart: "Since the nine kings are not moving, I can only lead the snake out of the hole and seize the opportunity." ”

Unexpectedly, she was masked with a light veil and suddenly appeared. No powder and fat, picturesque eyebrows; No repair, no ornament, beautiful and exquisite; There is no desire, no desire, and Na is floating in the dust; Carefree, like a celestial.

She is so beautiful that she is natural, she is so delicate, she is thrilling, and she is magnificent.

She danced in Limboman, shocking the world; Her veil covered her face, looming; She is very graceful and graceful; She was dressed in a fluttering garment, and she was light and ethereal. She is a shy flower fairy, making Mingyue hide her face; She is a beautiful woman who makes swimming fish sink.

Sometimes it is like Tingting white lotus, sometimes it is like fragrant peach and plum; Sometimes like a bright moon, sometimes like a bright star.

Sometimes like a hummingbird with fluttering wings, sometimes like a flying swallow; Sometimes it is like snow in the mountains, and sometimes it is like fluttering under the willows.

Sometimes the autumn water is long, and sometimes the streamer passes through the gap; Sometimes he is young and frivolous, and sometimes he is drunk and Shen Lang.

Sometimes the leaves are silent, sometimes the warbler cries; Sometimes the middle stream hits the water, and sometimes the hanging pool flies the waterfall.

As soon as the flood appeared, it was like in front of me, the scenes of the past, one by one, eroding every inch of muscles and bones. Bitter lovesickness, pain in the heart, every sentence in the past, every sound, cutting every inch of skin. In the shock and pain, he just wanted to regenerate a pair of hands, and sincerely save the most precious Katawa Yoshiguang in his life.

Hankai has completely fallen: the past is like smoke, covering the sky; Indulge in it, and the soul is scattered; drunk and infatuated, I don't know what to expect; The worries are unforgettable, and the mouth sighs lightly:

Sad with the wind, remember my Nandi. I think of the old people, and my heart is worried. Plain makeup is like jade, sweet as food.

Sad with the wind, remember my Nandi. The sky is green, and the song is light. The clothes are fluttering, and they are better than Luo Qi.

Sad with the wind, remember my Nandi. Flowing water waves, a thousand miles. Spring is warm, and it is slanting.

Sad with the wind, remember my Nandi. Emei is tactful and subtle. Bright eyes are lowered, and my heart is obsessed.

Sad with the wind, remember my Nandi. It is more beautiful than the crescent moon and brighter than the stars. Clear the ice spring, clean over the stream.

Sad with the wind, remember my Nandi. For example, the morning dew welcomes the morning light. For example, spring water, windy and rainy.

The "flying dragon in the sky" hidden in the shadows was even unsteady on its feet, and it didn't even dare to look at each other, so it had to slowly close its eyes. Even so, those starry eyes are still circulating in front of you, and they are still flying in your mind. The sun, moon and stars circulated, and the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers were swirled.

Unexpectedly, in one day, he lost control of his emotions three times in a row, and when he thought about it carefully, it was only because of those watery eyes and starlight. He smiled miserably, raised his hand to touch his lips, and suddenly realized that there was still her faint lotus fragrance there.

He was extremely shocked, wanted to contain, and his love was even stronger; He panicked, wanted to forget, wanted to cover up.

When it comes, love and hate are born together, and life and death are uncontrollable; Grievances and hatreds, I don't know what to do.

Concentrate and look again, the dance of Puxia; If it is floating, if it is not; oblique and graceful, not far from its roots; There are all kinds of styles, not against their nature.

Not only whispered in his mouth: "Hatred is gone, and grievances are scattered with the wind." Joy and anger are thrown together, and sorrow and joy are even more lost. ”

I feel that I have a lot of love in my heart, my mind is tossing and turning, my love is lingering, and my hatred is myriad. Recalling the past, joys and sorrows, gathering less and leaving more, there is nothing left to do.

Extremely emotional, muttering to himself:

Pothos, am I for you? Jumping a heart every day, but to remember you? Pothos, am I for you? Close your eyes every night, but to dream of you?

Pothos, reading countless people, who has ever hallucinated my eyes? I know countless people, who has occupied my heart? Pothos, peerless, can take half of my sincerity? Charming and charming, can you take me a style?

Unexpectedly, his self-questioning and self-talk only led to deep doubts. He only felt that love was like a wilderness, uncontrollable, irresistible. Yes, it was her starry eyes that provoked him to change his situation, provoke him to be infatuated, arouse his lingering love, and provoke him to be indignant.

Looking at her beautiful eyes, I suddenly understood that the love that has been struggling for 17 years, the resentment that has been swayed for 17 years, the love that has been backlogged for 17 years, and the hatred that has been hidden for 17 years, will not be reduced at all!

In an instant, the hatred is boundless! The eyes are gone, the throat is breathing, the heart is pulsating, and the blood is full! I only feel full of hatred, cardiac arrest, respiratory coagulation, and blood retrograde!

There is only one thought left in my heart: end everything quickly, even if the world is destroyed!

No, it's not! There is no hate! Only love! It is not a fantasy and flashy stage, but a tree-lined demeanor; It's not a dancing girl with a whirling dress, but a beloved who harmonizes with the piano and sword!

Sakura pursed a smile on her lips, her eyes flashed with a smile, and Ritsumi had a smile on her face. Facing the sun, and the clouds; Flying swords listen to the wind mountain, dazzling dance to listen to the wind valley, play the piano and listen to the wind pavilion; Soar between the sun and the moon, and enjoy the starlight!

He doesn't think, he doesn't miss; There will be no joy, no sadness; There will be no laughter, no resentment, only silent thoughts in the heart:

The first time I saw the rags, it made the winter warm. Although it is amazing to see again, how can it be cold all over the body.

In the vast expanse of Puxia, talking and laughing are obsessed. Qionglou is shocking, ice and fire.

When you look back, the lovesickness is in vain. With the flick of a finger, life and death are in a dilemma.

The world is so cruel that it makes me feel resentful. Different kinds of the same world, lose each other.

The hidden dragon loves the old fate, and the flying fish misses the old place. Hesitating and wandering, restless on land and water.

But ask heaven for mercy and give me a sail. And look back again, flying across the water and clouds.

At the end of the song, the audience cheered, the applause was thunderous, and they raised their arms and shouted: "Red-sleeved girl, do one more song!" But the dancing girl ignored it in vain and disappeared tactfully.

In the Xinuan Pavilion, the green shadow flashed, and the "Qingfengzi" flew to the side of Hankai and whispered: "Senior Brother Qiyu, Tianji's weakness is still found, and it is still hidden in the "Red Sleeve Garden". ”

Han Kai finally put aside his sorrows, smiled darkly, and asked in a low voice, "Have you found out?" How many are there in Boying's entourage? ”

"Qingfengzi" stretched out four fingers: "Zixiao, Ziyao, and Tianquan are all in the workshop, and Tianji is already on the way." ”

Han Kai had expected it, and smiled slightly: "It's just in time!" Now that we have the orders of the king, we have already scared the snakes, and we can no longer retreat from the battle. After a pause, he said: "As Jin Yan said, the last battle is tonight." Bo wins this person, like a hidden dragon in the abyss, and is good at avoiding reality and fiction. Now, you and I must seize the fighter plane and strike quickly! Let him not retreat, let him not breathe! If not, there will be no end to the evil, and we will be in danger! ”

"Qingfengzi" swore an oath: "Senior brother, rest assured, we will not disgrace our mission, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and never suffer in the future!" ”

Han Kai is known as a general, with a bamboo in his chest, calm and calm: "Since the "Red Sleeve Garden" is lit with the cold fragrance of maple leaves, we might as well transfer the battlefield. I'll take the lead and draw the first arrow from the bow! Remember, don't be in a hurry when you wait outside the garden. When the time is ripe, catch turtles in the urn, and leave no one! ”