One day more than 20 years ago, she was known as the first female master of the Faculty of Letters, and she was mysterious, super-dusty, and beautiful and arrogant, and she officially challenged the prince of love letters, sending letters to each other, peeking at each other, and proving each other's skills.

This prince of love letters is the uncrowned king of the underground, in the ivory tower beyond all the past such as Bodhidharma above the eternal great master, surprised by the strength of this first female master, a success is not enough to defeat her, seven days and seven nights of sleepless aftermath, she said that the prince of love letters is the prince of love letters. She took away the love letters he had written, saying that she had failed.

The prince of love letters was impressed by her beautiful classics, and burned the letters with fire, and everything vanished.

The nameless little woman who was not ranked in the Faculty of Arts envied the beauty of the above-mentioned masters, and the little woman wrote down some words seriously, read the name of the prince of love letters, and quietly sent them to the king of the pen who had disappeared, as well as a little of the world.

The words of the letter unexpectedly arrived in the author's hand, it was already many years ago, and the author casually mentioned the title of the volume "The Song of Loneliness":

Destruction, so sober, hidden decision, casual feelings, too fair smile, Xiang Yu burned Afang Palace, outside Xianyang City, weathered into a barren mound, flames raging, the heart of the Great Wall.

The loess is covered with layers and has been waiting for thousands of years, the Hufu cavalry has long been pierced, and the Qin figurines have remained underground for a long time.

Is there a kind of wandering that can stay, long-missed and tormented on the way! The air corrodes the accomplices, leaving one alone at the end.

Is there any time to start and want to go back and eat again. The mind is only buried in the darkness, as if you are in a different world, and you walk overhead.

Wu Yanchu opened his mouth, do you understand it? After shouting for a long time, you still ignored me, and could only let you exhibit me in the Middle Ages, singing songs, and calling the world to sink down with me.

A man performs the courage to transcend good and evil, to release absolute truth, with a mystical identity in a white glove. And dusty cloaks. Judging crime and punishment, there are no fingerprint clues, leaving a myth and miracle to live in the heart.

There is no trace of the murderer's steps, and justice is done so that the world remains in the dream. The eyes of the murderer are only calm, and they forget the innocent memories. A man goes to hell.

On the first day of entering the wheel, I urgently stretched my sight. Only then did I find that I was deceived by the human race and there was no Buddha light to appear, and I was defeated to the old Qiantian, and the danger broke into front of me. The vultures are circling to stimulate the sweat glands on the forehead.

The lama patted his shoulder, revealing his secret and choked up, who broke into the temple last night and stole the only treasure book, hurry up and say the six-character mantra, otherwise the world will be destroyed, and the voice is dizzy on all sides.

I don't understand the incantation, it's just a legend of the plateau, what kind of fire is burned? Strange people land, the sword is just ordinary, the target universe black hole, defeat the evil demon, and pay a fashionable cow.

The curse is buried, the eyes are empty, the sacred mountain is sinking, the wind is flowing, the expression is flickering, who is the culprit?

How much dignity can a person consume, love and hate refining poison to swallow in one bite, the liar is your wandering eyes, you choose to regret it, emotional dust, the omnipresent problem is no longer cleaned up, the love is ruthlessly extracted, and love can only be written as a tragedy.

Silence in the seventh century did not give up, reversing fate, the legend of butterfly love is destined to be full of sighs!

If you want to explore the reasons for being banned, these past have lost reason, there is no way to talk about it, you are unwilling to go back to the grave to cry, you don't believe that the Western Jin Dynasty moved the capital to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but you are still in your heart, how to return the tragedy that you should Shuangfei's agreement is still being staged, the law of the cycle is indestructible, and you can only quietly hide your feelings.

I envy myself in the book, I have the courage to be with you, but I can only separate and become someone else's wife outside the play.

The dark star cluster walked the solar system, there was a burning Mars, flew over the galaxy in a spaceship, chased you in the earth, passed through the atmosphere and white clouds, the sparks scattered on the earth, the body fell like a stone, and the dust spread for thousands of kilometers.

The pain gradually subsided, and when I opened my eyes, there was a large green jungle around me, but where were you hiding in love? The night sky was so quiet that it seemed that there was no breath, and when you climbed up the mountain peak and looked at the reflection of the sky, you were like water vapor that had lost its trace, and the distance of billions of light years would go on, until I could hold you tightly again, like a distant star guarding you forever, this vast universe loves you the most.

The Nile roams the dark desert creating the oasis of Egypt and Cairo, the treasures of the pharaohs of the Egyptian pyramids are scattered in the galloping new kingdom, and the totem Amun carries the eternal curse!

Hieroglyphs depict thousand-year-old legends, the gate of time and space is an insoluble mystery, opening a strange century, the priest's spell loops in ancient civilizations, who is imprisoned in the prison of fame and fortune?

The hollowed-out memories are all sealed one after another with the funeral goods, and all breaths are trapped in the heavy sarcophagus, who has the strength to escape from the ruins?

On that day I broke the complicated record of ancient documents, who will be the next traveler who keeps getting lost, about to set foot in the desert without a map, what is the next bet with green eyes?

The Mandate of Heaven, family letters, worship gods, and grottoes are not blessed by putting their hands together, and there is no way out! There is no way out from Dunhuang to Tianzhu to Daqin, and all the monks and horses are constantly hurrying to see with their own eyes, and they must be crushed to pieces, and the key to not mutiny and civil unrest is the length of silk.

On that day, breaking the complicated records of ancient documents, despite the strong wind tearing the veil down, the traveler's mission was to distinguish the dust of the ruins, whether it was the present or the ancient.

Lost in the desert, the long river of sunset is still far away, don't use any map to believe in the Turkic green eyes, no bet The size of the blessing lies in the difficulty, and they are all in a hurry to forget to think about whether there is a way out?

The night sky is full of stars, the diary is filled with memories, the efforts made do not leave any traces at all, you say sorry, gentle and deliberate, designed in advance, arranged the order.

The feelings given are proportional to the sorrow, and the cruelty proportions are used to betray the self-righteous beauty, and this secret explains the relationship

It's an inverse of eternity.

The Laurel Tree and the Pardenon Temple, the Sun Carriage is galloping, the little Eros is waving her wings, the golden arrow is the key to love, who stole the Pandora's box, who kissed the toes of the goddess of beauty, who accompanied the goddess of fate to weave wine stains!

Climb the wild grape branch for who loses their minds, make the history of Olympus, write a love poem for you with the will of Dionysus, write the beginning of a Greek tragedy, sink into the pool of wishes, dedicate yourself to the celebration and sacrifice, and the ceramics are brewed into the ruins of the ages, and the eclipse carnival is not only by your side, but the days are diluted with wine.

Lust and fear go around the stairs of heaven and burn in the night, pray for light and glory and put on the robe of purity, your silent smile comes from the darkness, listen to the clear dialogue, look at the most primitive gestures, dig into the arrogance of your heart, betray the holy war of God, and after the most you suffer quietly.

Stepping into this small river with both feet, the memories gradually sank and suddenly encountered the innocence of embracing friendship in the past, because love can no longer be simple, and it will turn into the end of the world.

The torrent dilutes the original imagination, more hard work, more love, more willing to bear, the last is still to let go, the mountains and rivers exist, the feelings are scattered, forget everything, give up everything, and regret in front of eternity!

In front of the king of love letters, your Freudian gaffe, which seems to have little relevance, actually means that the subconscious mind has a chaotic space for characters, and your natural goodness becomes perfectly expressed, and you can't find the right words to describe this kind of picture.

The promised oath is indistinguishable, recalling that the past is about to fall, the sincerity hangs on the edge of danger, the tears have been spreading, the promised oath is indistinguishable, and the line is crossed only to find that the betrayal is hiding behind the lie, and there is a kind of noun left before parting, which is called sorry.

The love that has been sealed for two thousand years, because I look back and think back of the impenetrable past that is broken into a trace that is no longer complete, and the ancient city of Pompeii is full of sadness, who can save the seal and so on, I can't find it in time and space to forget, you have not erased it in your heart.

The dust at the back of the most is submerged, you can't forget the back of your departure and turning, you want to ignore the invasion of darkness, for what you love, you can't give up, always believe in what you said, the dust after the most can't forget the back of your departure and turning, only a trace of breath is left, with all your strength to wait for you who have long disappeared.

When you close your eyes and grieve invades, but you can only talk about the weather now, can you take me back to calm all the calamity and pain, and want to stop you in a few hours, and never say that you only have my mark in your eyes, my lonely seal. (To be continued......)