Bathed in the bright light of the peach orchard, she is so beautiful.

I saw that she was dressed in white and fluttering, with green silk and elegant, like a fairy in the moon. Slowly, Lin Keer grabbed her sword and danced. I saw her swing her hand forward, turning the hilt of her sword with her wrist, and the sword slowly turned.

With a slight touch of the toe and a perfect rotation, the water sleeve shallow in the void seemed to be about to break away the clouds.

Such a sword intent, full of sword energy.

The drizzle was blowing in the breeze

With infatuation

The snow falls on the Yellow River

Let him be heartbroken

Put down the sword in your hand

I willingly

recalled the fate of the bottom of my heart

Why be alone around you on the other side of the world

Affection for me

How can it be written in just a few words?

Write to the end

Don't covet a wish

I think of your face again

Morning and twilight are a long road of life

I see the tenderness in your eyes all the time

This life is related to the next life, and then the love is renewed, what is the promise of life and death

If you are with you, you don't envy the mandarin ducks

Love is moving, gusts of wind in the green mountains, and clouds are instantaneous

It is difficult to find a beautiful woman, and it is true that the sword steps on the chaotic red dust

Soar through the firmament and the center is endless

Vertical and horizontal reincarnation in thousands of years

Why let the loneliness last on my side of the world

How can I say my thoughts about you in a thousand words?

Only hope to get drunk once

I think of your face again, looking for it, meeting in a dream

I see the mysteries in your eyes all the time

This life is related to the next life, and then the love is renewed, what is the promise of life and death

If you are with you, you don't envy the mandarin ducks

Yi Yu is long, dancing with a sword, singing this song, as if singing his own heart, so leisurely, a few tears quietly flow from his eyes.

Gradually, the sword spun faster and faster, rolling up the petals on the ground, and a faint fragrance of flowers wafted in the air.

In the distance, all the butterflies gathered and flew in this direction, accompanying Zimeng to dance the sword......

After stopping, he looked meaningfully at the peach trees in the garden, "It's really full of spring and I can't control it!" It seems to be appreciating, but who knows that the sorrow in this heart is soaked into the heart.

Looking at the peach trees, the peach petals are like leaves, gently carried away by the wind, it has a deep attachment and reluctance, but the tree proudly holds its head and does not look at it.

At this time, the one who changed his heart was the tree, and the one who was heartbroken was the petals.

Or one day, the petals are tired of the loneliness fixed in one place, and when it sees the chic of the wind, it falls in love, and it prefers to go with the wind and find its own love.

But the tree is so ignorant, or it is too infatuated, and the moment the petals drift away, its heart is broken, but in every fragment, there is still only deep love.

At this time, it is the petals that change the heart, and the one that hurts the heart is the tree.

Like a tree, its life is not long, like a petal, and like a flash in the pan.