The smoke and water are layered, and the flowers bloom several times. If this love is not extinguished, meet and part, hold hands to make a knot.

"The water is in the heart of the sky and the moon is in the boat", I am used to the lightness of the fairy road, and I am far away in my dreams. envied the awakening words of the shopkeeper, and also dreamed that there was a horseshoe mountain in his home, holding a Yaoguang sword, and composing his own immortal dust biography.

The first time I met Ju Ying, maybe an ignorant teenager, I carved that smile in my heart. From the autumn sunset of Minghu Lake, to laughing and catching strong beams like mice, and finally hurting lovesickness, how much sweet and bitter is here; at the moment of waving goodbye, it may be destined to be full of melancholy. The scene of being pushed into the water by Ju Ying as a light child, it's funny to think about it, originally I wanted to praise the Yiren Mountain is eyebrow peak, and the water is like an eye wave, I don't want to be vague by the sentence "Look at the distant mountains over there, it looks quite similar to the place on your body".

If Ju Ying is the feeling of first love, then the lover in the dream is Lingyier, a little willful, more jealous and hateful. I want to punish the awakening well, but I always run into a gray nose. Lingyi'er gives people more of an impression of understanding, when Xingyan secretly kisses, maybe there is another pair of life and death promises in this world. The water dragon chanting, the Lingbo dance, and the lingering dragon girl is the dragon girl.

A lifetime of obsession, no dream to Luofu. Xue Yi, Qiong Wei. The first impression of looking at Xianlu should be Qiong Wei. From acquaintance to hard work all the way, secretly followed to Luofu, how sad and bitter, I dare not imagine a little girl who is too simple. Later, I got up early every day and was greedy for darkness, picked fruits, put them on the well platform, and then secretly ran away. For fear that her sober brother would find out and blame herself for disobedience. When Qiong Wei turned around and left, she was stopped by a familiar voice, and turned her face full of wind and dust. Suddenly, there was a burst of sadness, at that moment, maybe Xingyan was the same as me, and made up his mind that even if he was broken, he would not let Qiong Wei leave him half a step away. always thinks that Xue Yi and Qiong Wei are inseparable, and Qiong Wei lacks the love of her mother. This care, Xue Yi has never forgotten. Xue Yi's sentence of "hall master" is really unforgettable. Looking at the green mountains, the double crane walks calmly, maybe with Xueyi, there is the tranquility of the Sihaitang. When he stood up for Xingyan to block the robbery, the incense soul drifted away, and Ren Xingyan couldn't catch it, and at that moment there was only pain left in his heart.

Glowing, Tide. A little witch, a second princess, can come together in the end, fate is a strange thing. When the mother and son of Xiying were sent to Xingyan's house, and then said goodbye, the little witch who had always been domineering had really changed a lot. Xiying, a deep boudoir woman who has never experienced everything in the red dust, with a child, is fortunate to have met the earth-shaking little witch. Maybe everything in the fairy dust can be "lovers and eventually married".

The birds cry in the sky all the way to the green mountains, the clouds stop the flowers and sleep, the three-life dream, and the smoke and dust of the wandering road. It's been two or three years since I watched Xianchen, and from my sophomore year of high school to work, I've really grown up a lot. I used to write down those sentences of Xianchen, and now I have forgotten nine times out of ten, but the dream in my heart has never changed.

"Fairy Dust" always reminds me of the beauty of "The Ring", envy Xingyan, and also envy Xiao Mingzi. Maybe I can't be as willow as Xingyan, I can bathe with a beauty, and my heart is not disturbed, and I don't have a voice like a bell chime like Xiao Mingzi, the first in the thirteen provinces. can only look at the dream woven by the author and enjoy his own state of mind. (by qxhfyls;2008-7-3)