always thought that Jiao Liu's love was the destination of an infatuated lover; I always think that the legend of the butterfly is the romance of lovers; I always thought that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were a test for destined people.

But in the end, I found that those great legends were far away and empty. And the last starry hope also left with the feet of the wild geese flying south, never to return.

always wanted to create a legend by himself, but in the end he found that the hero of the legend was someone else, and he was not even a supporting role; I always thought I was great, but when I looked back, I was erased by my own heart and primitive inferiority.

The sky is full of stars, and I like to be the lone star, which is so proud. But sometimes she likes to be the bright Aoyue, obviously very lonely, but she still refuses to be thousands of miles away, leaving only her afterimage and her own tears that have just fallen.

The red dust is rolling up, but it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong. When he came, he brought a plain white horse to find the princess in the dust.

In the toss, I found her shadow, but she still refused to get on your horse. Sad? Is it uncomfortable?

Or continue to wait in this red dust. Just like Zixuan, who is waiting for the third generation, and Xi Yao, who has been waiting for a thousand years, they are waiting for the destined prince.

Zixuan found her happiness with tears of happiness. What about Xi Yao? Waiting for a thousand years, but it is a gentle pain.

She perfected others, and then looked at the sacred tree that bloomed once in 500 years and bears fruit once in 1,000 years, and fixed the picture of the return of the Yiren and other kings.

I'm waiting, I don't know how many years. And she was waiting, waiting for her prince to come and pick her up. I understood that I was not waiting for my princess, but for her.

The moment she inadvertently looked back, and then it was fixed in my heart, flooding little by little, until she died, and she knew peace of mind when she died.

Is it a choice or a waiver? Do you want to continue or stop? Love Hongchen, where can I find the answer. Others always say that I am stubborn, but I don't know that it is actually persistence and infatuation.

We are still young, but we are already rolling in this red dust. We understand well, but we don't want to say that result.

Maybe it's an answer, maybe it's a mystery now.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Ru Mengji] 20: The red dust of love is rolling away, and it is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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