Talking about the Copywriting of Red Costume in Winter

The beautiful ancient style copy of the amazing circle of friends touches the heartstrings.

I left you this time. It's wind, it's rain, it's night. You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

I've seen the spring breeze ten miles away, I haven't seen the summer solstice, I've tried Qiu Guang, and I like the warm sunshine in winter, but all these can't touch you. I want to see you.

Knowing the world makes you unsophisticated. Being in the Jianghu keeps you away from the Jianghu. People's feelings are warm and cold. Childishness is far from being lost. The world is penetrated, naive and naive.

I like cherry blossoms in spring, cornflowers in summer, thyme in autumn, wintersweet and you every day.

After the low Liao Dynasty, the lingering pavilion was another window, playing the lute. If you don't understand the bell, you will leave a lingering sound.

One day, you and I will be married separately, with one wife and two concubines, three or four children. In five or six years, time passed, the past was like smoke, and the coffee was red * seven or eight, all of which became old dreams, leaving two or three, but young and frivolous, and when I was old, I remembered it with only a sigh.

My sister, Huang Ni, has three wishes: one wishes to live a long life, two wishes to be happy, and three wishes not to be stupid, brave and dehydrated, so she can't stay alone, but she can't live alone in this life. Stealing sooner or later is a luxury. God pity me and promise me that I will practice Qinghe in my next life, ordinary people, coarse clothes and light tea.

The soul beyond the world belongs to the sky, coming and going in essence, without caring.

Everything has self-knowledge, everything knows that the moon is full of profits and losses, and the little red tide rises and falls, and everything is peaceful.

Long streets, countless fireworks, you look back at the short pavilion, the short world of mortals, and I sigh again.