Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

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The painted boat is much bigger than imagined, the carved lifelike golden dragon head is extremely majestic, and every beam and building is extremely exquisite, vermilion, green, golden, peach pink, dazzling, as if you can be confused in it.Her eyes fluttered, the tails of her eyes were slightly upturned, and she brushed a strand of hair to her ears. She suddenly turned into that glamorous image again, with the skin under the thin shirt slightly revealing.

Ice muscle and bone, lively color and fragrance.She casually looked at everything above, whether it was carving or architecture, the best craftsmen spent countless gold and silver to create it.The skirt swayed with her movements, revealing half of her jade feet, and the pattern on the embroidered shoes was Begonia Spring Sleep.

She treats the secular world with disdain and sarcasm. The world calls her a monster and a sign of troubled times. When she raises her eyebrows, countless gold, silver and jewels will be presented to her, and when she bends her eyes, countless talents will fall for her.Her beauty is comparable to this huge country.

She is the jewel in this prosperous age, with fluttering sleeves and ring rings, and she can throw away a crabapple, a thousand-dollar flower, and the lights in the palace are always bright, just like the day.

"Is it possible that you like it here?" She asked with a smile.When I came back to my senses, I realized that there was a tall building in front of me. She suddenly grabbed my hand and led me inside.

I followed her and climbed to the top.

The wind came head-on, blowing her hair, the hem of her clothes, and the steps on her head swaying left-right-swing-moving. At that moment, I felt that I saw the Xuannv of Jiutian. After all, she is different from me. back to heaven.I stared blankly at her back. She opened her arms and looked bright. I have never seen a woman like her. She is the best portrayal of this country.

"Come here."

She turned sideways, half of her face was shrouded in light, I couldn't help stretching out my hand and grabbed her tightly.

"Sure enough, someone else should accompany me." She held my hand, looked at the scenery below, all the picturesque boats were in her eyes, the glazed tiles were shining brightly, there were lanterns almost everywhere, and gold decorations were everywhere , I can imagine how beautiful and shocking it will be at night.

This is a man-made miracle.

"Very, very beautiful." I said as if talking to myself, my mind was shocked not only because of the scenery in front of me, but also because of the stunning scenery around me.

She suddenly opened her mouth and sang a song on the tall building.

In fact, she sang very well, like a jade bead compass, and like a hundred birds singing, those people always said that it was a melodious sound.But she didn't care, she even laughed at those people for their fame.

She is chic and free, completely different from me.She is a prince among a hundred flowers, the more beautiful the blooms are, the more comfortable she will live.She is good at singing and dancing, and she can dance all over the country, but she doesn't always dance. She prefers to dance for me than for those people.

"What's the name of this ship?"

I think this boat should have a name, otherwise, after spending so much effort and money, it would be too boring to call it just a painting of a boat?

She was leaning against the railing, her fragrant shoulders were half exposed, and a small piece of smooth and fair skin was dazzlingly white. "This boat is only used at night. At that time, the singing and dancing, the fiery trees and silver flowers are the most lively. Does it matter if it has a name?"

Her little finger was hooked to her lips, and her red-dyed nails were charming and charming, "If you really want a name, it should be called Ye Xing Chuan."

Sailing at night, perfunctory but very appropriate.

Traveling at night in brocade, drunk and dreaming.

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The black-haired man put down his pen, and the woman in his pen was a prototype, beautiful and coquettish, noble and desolate, charming and charming, yet possessing the chicness of a man.It is the cause of troubled times, but it is also a symbol of prosperous times.Numerous gold and silver jewels, a woman raised by flowers and jade dew.

It is a demon-like woman made of flowers and moon.

In the huge palace, she blooms like a flower, sitting on the favor of everyone, spending a lot of money, but those slender hands destroy the entire dynasty, and the mountains and rivers become the embellishments on her sleeves, such a weak looking woman, but Kill decisively, chic and free.

Dan Yan was the most shocking woman he had ever seen.

When a dynasty reaches the top, it will go down. Danyan lives in such an era. She has a beautiful face, but also has a delicate heart.She knew very well that the dynasty was in decline, she was born in a prosperous age, but she was about to die in a troubled one, her beauty was unlucky and her fate was ill-fated, this was probably the fate of every peerless beauty.

She will not be shaken by those people, she has a kind of natural self-confidence, many people want to become a saint and leave a name in history, but they don't know how difficult it is.

There is no room for saving a decaying dynasty. Although she is favored, there is nothing she can do. Only when it is pushed can it be re-established.

As expected, she succeeded, so she left countless infamy and troubles in the world, but she didn't care, and then a new dynasty was established.

Fumeng saw Danyan for the first time, and she was not called Danyan at that time.

On her tower, the huge palace is extremely gorgeous, but also cold. She looked at the scenery outside, and the lights of thousands of houses symbolized ordinary life.Frowning slightly, she smoothed the sorrow between her brows after seeing it. At that time, she was dreaming, and she probably loved that dreamlike dynasty.

The torrent of history is rolling in, which is irresistible to human beings. She made that prosperous age end in the most splendid way, and then, a new era came.

She stayed in the majestic and empty palace, watched the people move towards a new life, and then left herself in the past.She was already a dross of the past.

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It is not uncommon to see the lights of thousands of houses. It is the night of the festival, the sky is getting late, and the stars and the moon are shining in the sky.

The woman was standing on the tower, not far away, there was a lot of people, and it was very noisy. Although it has entered a new era, the people still like things from the past, especially in terms of making wishes.

Countless lights floated from the ground. They were Kongming lanterns, entrusting the good wishes and expectations of the people. They were praying for a new life.The bustling scene was the opposite of the empty palace, but the woman's lips were slightly raised. This may have been the best result.

"Unexpectedly, is there anyone?"

A cold male voice sounded from above, but the woman was not frightened. Although she couldn't see the man, she could feel that the man was not malicious. "It's just me." She bent her eyes, perhaps because she thought it would be nice to have someone to chat with her.

"Aren't you going to put the Kongming lanterns?" the woman asked.

"It's just human beings' self-consolation." The voice was full of coldness. Perhaps in his opinion, what these people did was useless.Instead of praying to God, it is better to rely on yourself.

"It's not like this." The woman's eyes were deep and far away, and she said softly: "It's not like that." She closed her eyes, raised her head, and heard the wind in her ears, her voice was very soft and hazy, as if covered by a layer of veil , It's like looking at flowers in a fog.

"They are just for a moral. The real destiny is in their own hands. What's the use of whether God listens or not? They are the most disdainful people to entrust their destiny to God."

The other party was silent for a long time, "Really. Then why are you sad. You have already prepared for this."

The corner of the woman's lips curled up, confiding like an orchid, "Yes, I've been prepared for a long time." She narrowed her eyes, and suddenly walked into the hall. After a while, she took out a pipa.She didn't care if the man was still there, she looked into the distance, and suddenly swept the pipa.

"It's been so long since I've touched the pipa, my hands are raw." There was teasing of herself in her tone.

The man was silent, quietly listening to the woman tuning the pipa.

"My pipa was hard to find back then, but now I'm the only one left." She plucked the strings casually, and the scattered sounds turned into a minor tune. This was preparation, and the tune hadn't really started yet.

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, swept her fingers over the strings, and the sound of the piano sounded like a rainstorm. The music and dance in those days, but now there is no one, it seems like raindrops falling down, or like a phoenix singing from broken jade. It should be sad, but it is very chic.

She doesn't care about those infamy, and she doesn't care how people in later generations evaluate her.

Most of the time, she wants to go far away, so that she can use her sword to reach the end of the world, sleep soundly in the starry night, sing songs when drunk, and do whatever she wants.She is a bird, a bird in a cage, a cage made of gold inlaid with coral emerald agate, but she doesn't like it, she likes the sky.She is a flower, a flower in a garden, a peony in full bloom, but so what.

All the beautiful childhood dreams are integrated into the song, even if there is no grand occasion back then, one person is enough.

The song is finally over.

Holding the pipa, the woman sat quietly, the sky lanterns were gone, and people went home to sleep, and it became lonely and empty again.

How grand it was back then, and how lonely it is now.

The woman laughed lightly, "This is not bad." She picked up the pipa and walked towards the hall, her graceful figure gradually disappeared, like the end of a scene.

The song ends.

Some people live in dreams, some people live in reality.

Pull your thoughts back.Mr. Fumeng wanted to light a cigarette, but remembered that he had promised Claire to drink less tea and coffee, and even smoke less.Then he hesitated for a moment, just took out one, held it with his mouth, and did not ignite it.

For him, the encounter at that time was not a good one, because at that time, he didn't feel any emotion, it was cold and heartless, like the sky.However, it was rare for him to understand something in the pipa music.Dan Yan never felt that what other people said, she would do what she wanted.But in this way, if you don't blend in with the world, you will inevitably be excluded and slandered.

At that time, Dan Yan was lonely.She is a legacy of the times, representing a bygone era.No one can get close to her, singing her own play alone.However, now that I think about it, I already have someone to accompany me.

Mr. Fumeng rubbed his hair, no one will be alone forever, but no one will always be by his side, so focusing on the present is the most important thing.

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感谢在2020-07-0722:44:33~2020-07-0822:55:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 gray hibiscus;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!