Walking alone in the world of mortals, the Green rose brushed through the clothes, and the blue cloud wet the promise. Mountains and Waters can be forgotten in pairs, and the sun and the moon can have nothing to do with each other. At that time, there was only one person’s floating life and happiness, and one person’s flowing water. I still remember that sister Qingxia acted in Invincible Eastern: in the air, her blue silk was floating, her blood was printed on the corners of her mouth, and the red silk and white silk were dyed red. Ling Gu hugged her and asked: Tell me if you are Yu’er? (In fact, he guessed the answer, but he had to hear it himself), she looked at him with a sad smile and said: I won’t tell you, I want you to remember me forever. Then he pushed Linghu Chong with the remaining vitality, and in the air, he turned over gracefully and fell into the cliff — Li Ke said Qingxia was so beautiful, so we need to design a scene of falling off the cliff to show the audience the beauty, so that we can remember her. I think sister Qingxia’s beauty doesn’t entirely lie in her facial features. In fact, she was already 38 years old when she acted in the east, and her facial features have lost the softness and a little sharp when she was young. She doesn’t need the foil of the carved beam and painting House, nor the delicacy of heavy makeup. On the contrary, she keeps a low profile, flaunts her face and reflects the starlight. Her beauty lies in her aura. No matter where she is, as long as she comes on the stage, she will gather all the brilliance. She is the moon, and the aura is so strong that all the stars immediately fade. At that time, the East lifted up half of its face on the cliff, drinking and chanting poems. The clouds covered the mist, and the wind touched her beautiful outline in the clouds. Linghu blew a flute, and she recited poems; At that time, the East was working hard in the water. Under the agitation of the true Qi, the water pounced to the forest on the shore. Birds died all over the floor, and layers of leaves were broken into the holes, linghu said it was a thunderstorm. She stood in the river with red silk and white silk, her hair was soaked through, and she also picked up the wine bottle and held her head up to drink. The clear wine spread over her lips and corners of her mouth, and that cheek was like the soft jade of white porcelain. Ling Hu said that she had never seen such a beautiful woman with her head up; At that time, she was lying on the bed, With the left hand, the red light reflected on the pure white face, reflecting a little drunk, the slender right hand slowly shook the wine pot, a face of memories, and finally lowered his head and smiled. Yes, she was drunk and forgot her own foundation in the world; She forgot her long and bottomless loneliness; She forgot that she was a man. In the end, the cliff with red clothes stained with blood was her eternal loneliness. She was lonely and lofty, and she was cold and gentle, which turned the deep past into gentle smiles; She was brilliant in martial arts, invincible in the east, brilliant and clever, but finally lost in Linghu Chong’s heart. If linghuchong hadn’t met her, she would still lift up half of her face to drink, leaving the world a beautiful outline, lonely and gorgeous bloom. If linghuchong didn’t meet her, she would also fly to the top of the mountain and fly to the top of the mountain. She would also let the clouds wet her cheeks and make the mountain wind blow her skirt; If linghuchong didn’t meet her, she could still shake the wine with her jade hands in the full room of lingluo gauze tent and the red candlelight, singing to wine alone and enjoying the world alone. Life is like this, if you meet or not, I will be there; If you appreciate or not, I will be there; If you read or not, I will be there; If you dislike or not, hate or not hate, forget or never forget, I am there, in my own world silent and shining Bloom, in my own world chanting wind and rain, poetry in hand, bamboo flute with the moon; at that time, a person’s singing and dancing, a person’s floating and happy life. I think, I have already understood that life is a lonely feast; I don’t want to meet each other by destiny or know each other, but only hope that no matter you see or not, flowers bloom or not, I am here, blooming quietly in my own world. Lying alone in Jianjiang River and listening to the spring rain, the famous flowers should be quiet.

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