Legend of Fu Yao: Read Wei Long Comment 3
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There are always things that can’t be done even if you try your best.
For example, she loves him, but he loves the other one, and the other one, she loves the other him, this sentence pattern.
Ya Lan Zhu, Yun Hen, Zong Yue.
One by one, they experienced the grand beauty of the world, but in the end they could only watch with breathlessness and could not make any reservation.
The cinnabar in my heart is hardened every day and I see blood. In the end, it can only be quiet, condensed into a ray of moonlight.
Remote, cold, and impressed on the heart.
In my heart. The print is so deep, the love is so deep, the pain is so deep.
Want to stretch out her hand, Ya Lanzhu stretched out her hand, and heard a huge echo of fate, every sound was empty.
Who is Ya Lan Zhu? The precious little princess of Fufeng gold and jade, a beautiful girl like colorful neon, aged twelve to seventeen, chasing the girl she loves all over the world.
Thinking that one day, this kind of chasing can make that person look back and stare. However, who can guess the flow of fate, who can say clearly.
The woman, the woman he fell in love with, even she was dazzled.
He saw Meng Fuyao. From then on, he might never see her.
But she said, to be an upright and upright person, you must be worthy of him.
She said, never be Meng Fuyao and Feng Jingfan.
Don’t be the twisted and crazy Feng Jingfan, don’t be the AI but Meng Fuyao.
To do it, just make the unique Arran Pearl in the world.
Those who chase and give are Yalanzhu’s perfect self. One day she will be tired, too tired to support such a follower, she knows. So, let yourself not regret not doing your best in the future, I am afraid that is the last thing she can do for herself.
Wandering, surfing.
Whose waiting is the first old age in life.
Lonely? After all, who is not alone. Those that cannot be replaced by anyone are called alone.
Alone, with sparkling eyes, cold cloud marks.
Yun Hen, a teenager who was abandoned, struggling to survive from the ground.
He saw the woman with a startled look. So easy, I moved my heart.
Is it destiny? Arranged for such an encounter.
It’s destiny. A glimpse of a glimpse is the most beautiful scene in this life. It can’t stay forever.
So sober and painful, I saw the distance between myself and her. But still grateful to God, still fortunate, so that he can have the qualifications to stand with her.
Help her, protect her, and take her hand and walk off the platform.
I have done everything I can do for her. So, if you can still get out, drink all the cold fragrant wine in her hand, and say goodbye freely.
The green hills are not old, and the green waters are worry-free. In this mortal world, perfection can win several people. Why not leave when you can still smile and say goodbye, then perhaps it is worth comforting that in her heart, the place called friends, no matter how the years pass, there is always his mark…
The person struggling in the fate vortex, but he is not the only one struggling.
Zong Yue, Zong Yue.
Just listen to the name, it is the gurgling of the clear stream flowing from the top of the lofty mountain, and the sound of hitting the rock is clear.
Zong Yue, Zong Yue.
For a while in the dark, rosemary.
Clean and light, but hold back the darkness and blood, and hold back the flames.
Or in the past many years, I have endured this way. Or for many years after that, I still have to bear it like this.
To live, you must be cold-blooded and unfeeling, and you must know how to save yourself the most valuable in the most unfavourable situation.
Meng Fuyao was an accident in a careful plan. At first, it was probably because of those similar eyes, but he didn’t know when he fell in love.
Healed, healed her, made plans for her, and bowed her knees. I gradually lost myself.
He knows her, knows the beauty and goodness. But still endure, restrain yourself not to approach.
In the pitch black where you can’t see the five fingers, if there is a gleam of light, what kind of temptation and attraction should it be, let alone Meng Fuyao is more than a gleam of light-she is the purest, the light itself.
When the darkness thirsts for the light, when the killer who hates his **** hands but has to survive the killing meets Meng Fuyao, when he is moved by the glorious woman who is extremely opposed to the dark and extremely dark woman he belongs to, it is his life Lucky, or unfortunate?
And maybe he knew that it was a beauty that was not destined to belong to him.
The frustration of Changsun Wuji may lie in that even if it was him, even if she was shaken by him, she ultimately refused to stay for anyone. But Zong Yue, or Zhan Beiye and Yunhen, their sadness lies in the fact that the woman in the center of their eyes has never wavered their belief in moving forward because of them.
How generous is God, but how stingy, he has bestowed the luck of meeting, and he refuses to give more…
It turns out that for the rest of your life, luck only ends here. It turns out that the rest is looking at the flowers in the mist and looking at the moon, but this life is extravagant.
So, since she always breaks through the darkness, why can’t it be him.
Even if it’s a moment longer, time with that person. A little more, a little more, the memories of that person that can be remembered for a lifetime-with those memories, the future destined to be without that person’s participation will probably become easier to bear. In that case, a long, long time later, when you are very old and very old, thinking of that time, you can count as evidence of existence, and you can smile gently in the snowy loneliness that covers your whole body.
Thousands of waters and mountains.
The sentence said: You are in my heart and you will never lose.
—————This is the dividing line of routine division—————
I have always felt that Longan’s life is a life with laughter in tears. Looking at the vast and dark world through the light halo of Ye Mingzhu, a little warmth in the sadness–
Transparent, clear, piercing, and lingering.
However, she herself said that she wrote the most popular stories. But I have always remembered that in Jin Yong’s “The Legend of the Condor Heroes”, there is a sentence: “A true cooking master, the more common dishes, the more wonderful skills he can show. This principle is similar to martial arts. It can be said to be a master craftsman’s method to show magic in the ordinary.”
In my eyes, the text of Longan is exactly the same. She herself said that no matter whether it’s a dog’s blood or Xiaobai, anyway, I just feel beautiful. I feel that even if it’s just an ordinary piece, it seems to be able to give birth to spirituality in her writing, and it has the magic power to move people’s hearts. Not everyone has this ability.
So, longan, if you say vulgarity, it’s vulgar. Here, in front of the virtual network world and the tiny pen screen that emits light, what many people see in their eyes is just your story.
All there is is a story. Maybe there is no way to get the deeper meaning of the expectation, but there will be a moment when the surrounding background temporarily fades, there is no sordid world of Touching the cold face, only your story-the story carries the world’s dust and fireworks. The vulgar warmth, stripped of cruel and cold. Even if it is only a short period of time, I believe that many people are willing, willing to indulge in the story, in the rare and vulgar moment of the upside-down soft red.
That’s enough, isn’t it.
For this moment, it is worth remembering forever for those who smile and know.
—————This is a serious dividing line—————
Longan, make a discussion, can you show me the coins…it is really messy in the wind
Nei Niu, otherwise I will shoot the ground, I know how to drip…
But Su, um, I am also ready to make trouble. Quietly escape…