Excerpted from Mr. Jin Yong's "Tianlong Babu" title: Beauty is old, and beauty is instantaneous. The dew in the morning has all evaporated by noon without a trace; Epiphyllum in the middle of the night, ecstasy but midnight, doomed to wither in an instant. ...

Not from any poem, but the inspiration of Mr. Jin Yong.

Please read an essay.

In life, it is really the wish of many people to have love, hold your hand and grow old with your son. Looking back or looking forward to the meteor of love across the atrium, unforgettable, never dies. More people are crazy about love, feel sad, and look back sadly, but it is nothing more than romance, illusion, ethereal, tearful smile, love and hate, and ask what love is, but it is just a flower.

Whose song came from the wind, leaving the injured people with nowhere to hide. He has been to countless places just to find a little image about him. Every time he hears a sad cry from the depths of the forest, he looks for it according to the sound, and often gets empty joy. It never occurred to me that even if I found him, I couldn't figure out what I really wanted in my heart. Is it just to tell the story of fenglingdu and the clever and cunning Kyubi no Youko Hu Ling?

The night was quiet except for the rustling of leaves in the wind. The quieter the night, the stronger the feeling of missing someone. Pick up the bamboo flute and close your eyes. The flute pierced the quiet night and roared into the sky. The sky is still the sky, but time and space have changed. Beautiful fireworks are fleeting, just a moment of beauty, but they have left an eternal color in my mind. Beggars' gangs compete to recruit their masters. What a rare scene, I have no intention of nostalgia. I just want to wait for the wish made with precious silver needles.

A person looking for rivers and lakes only wants to find a one-armed man in the rivers and lakes. In the eyes of others, a weak woman has done the most cold-blooded thing that touched the Jianghu, and Xiao Dongxie deserved it. He finally understood that retiring from the rivers and lakes, holding hands with his son and supporting the elderly with his son are what he wants most in this life. So, lonely looking for a paradise without fireworks, but the world is so big, where to find it, waiting for him to appear in every possible place. The cycle of day and night, time flies, leaving regrets.

Bamboo flute or sad low-key, stayed in fenglingdu mouth is two months later. I finally understand what it's like to wait for the South China Sea God Nini at sea for months. However, I am not as good as him. At least he knows that one day, his wife will come back to him from here. But think about yourself? Will this day come? I lost my youth when I was looking for it, and when I was desperate, I put myself in the most story-telling place.

Finally, one day, I suddenly realized that I was crazy about love and sad about my feelings. I looked back sadly, but it was illusory. I sighed with tears and smiles, and I was mixed with love and hate. I asked what love was, but it was flowers and fog. I cut my hair for Nepal, just for a lifetime of love words, wandering all my life. I have no place to live, just because the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror are only ugly, and I can only think but I can't get it.

Prosperity is gone, and white hair is empty. No matter how time and space reverse, it always blooms yesterday. The happiest woman in the world is a man who loves her. He can stay for her for 18 years, jump off a cliff to find her, and let go of life and death. Meet again in eighteen years, who can think about whether to laugh or cry?

Just for a love story all my life, just to see him once in my life, leaving two silver needles empty but useless. He can leave his Jianghu without any attachments in his life, but I want to find his footprints in the Jianghu. It turns out that I'm just walking the way he once walked.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, that's all.