Lifting his hand and leaning up his neck, a pot of wine was poured down, and his face and clothes were full of coolness. The moonlight above was as cold as frost, and the dead branches creaked under your feet.

There was no light in the dark night for thousands of miles, and the cold wind raised the long black hair.

"Cen Jiang." With such a light call, I turned my head in a trance and saw someone idly holding a sword and leaning on the spring light, and the warbler flew to the west wall in March.

"Shuyun?" The shout blurted out, the heart pressed lightly, and the eyes crossed thousands of rivers and mountains.

"You?" Time goes back abruptly, shattering the bright daylight. The people who came were stunned, a little confused and speculative.

Gathering his eyes and concentrating, he raised his hand and threw down the wine jug, jumped off the branch, "It's okay," paused, "That's it." ”

The thousands of knots in his heart, the thoughts he left behind, and the passing years that are as beautiful as smoke.

It's over the old days.

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