Vibrant and fragrant
Happiness, you are ever-changing...
Miss, let's dance.
If you've ever fantasized about floating naked on a deathly, silent sea...
Enjoy the golden splendor of the sand amidst the gentle swirls of seagulls in flight.
Let's dance, sir.
If you also love the world's last clouds, the rosy sunset, and the parched earth
The desire to be loved is greater than the overwhelming lust within.
In the dead of night, when succubi roam, the final curtain is cast aside, and they melt into the erotic blinds.
Dance, Miss!
Whoever your captivating eyes cast their gaze upon will become your devoted slave.
Dance, Mr.
Don't keep pulling your hat brim down; the fleeting torrent of love won't push a silent statue to its end.
Now, let's dance!
Now that the music has begun, please, angelic lady, stand up.
Please, sir, who has been so humble, stand up.
Walk to the most dazzling spot on this bustling stage,
Kissing using the most primal, imaginative methods.
Spin in the most reckless way of expression
(That's right, that's it.)
Until the last crystal chandelier shattered
Alright (clapping), let's get started!
The hall was deep in color and dimly lit, with people flowing by, and dazzling diamonds and pearls shimmering with a delicate, liquid-like luster.
Gray, dark blue, chatting and laughing.
"Time is up."
Yuan Siyuan took a step forward, his arm linked with Qiu Xici's, who was wearing a turquoise dress. Her hair was styled in a wavy updo, and she wore a British ruby necklace.
They came down the stairs and walked straight to a group of people who were standing there.
"Commander Li, I am Yuan Siyuan. I wonder if you remember me?"
The one who was chatting and laughing in the middle suddenly fell silent for a moment, then laughed again.
"Third Master Yuan, you're too kind."
The Lan Kangyuan family was a renowned old clan throughout the south.
They have been neutral since the outbreak of the war. If we can win them over, the benefits will be immeasurable.
The two shook hands briefly, and Li Xiangyan said, "Third Master Yuan said he wants to serve me, but I wonder how sincere he is?"
Yuan Siyuan took the wine glass from the tray, moved closer, and said, "When faced with a critical situation, those who know when to yield—"
He tilted the wine glass he was holding to the side, assuming a toasting gesture.
"For outstanding individuals."
After saying that, the two wine glasses clinked together, leaving no gap.
"Third Master Yuan is indeed straightforward. Please follow me."
After hearing this, he turned to Qiu Xici beside him and said, "Wander around as you please."
"rest assured."
Li Xiangyan looked in the direction of the sound and his eyes met Qiu Xici's.
The latter smiled slightly at him and left the main hall. Suddenly, the skirts on the dance floor came alive with vibrant color.
The red is even more intense, like a valiant warhorse leaping into the air. The blue is deep and mysterious, like Provence hidden behind a wall.
But for someone who only sees black, white, and gray, there is no difference. The whole world is clearly divided.
As the ball drew to a close, the two long, slender legs made one last turn before silently disappearing behind the purple curtain.
The noisy indoor space began to cool down.
When you put your mouth close to your ear, do you smell perfume or the residual scent of your body's metabolism?
"Mr. Toda, thank you for today."
Yuan Siyuan shook hands with Toda Village.
Toda laughed and said, "With Master Yuan joining us, I believe that taking over Minkou is just around the corner."
Amidst clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, everyone lived within a vibrant, enchanting panorama. A few strokes outlined the composition, and the juices fell onto the paper, quickly spreading and blurring.
Does a good artist prioritize the main subject or try to cover everything?
Qiu Xici stood at the entrance of the dance hall, waiting until all the hustle and bustle had disappeared.
A car stopped in front of her, and the back window slowly rolled down.
She saw a face obscured by the backlight behind the window and smiled faintly.
Look, everything has begun (raises hands)
What kind of heavy heart is hidden behind the black veil?
After three rounds of playing cards, the shells of sunflower seeds overflowed from the ashtray, completely concealing the cigarette ash that had settled inside.
"They've been making quite a few moves lately."
"Who knows? As long as I have a hand of cards to play and a bowl of bird's nest to eat, I don't care whether he plays or not."
The rest of them burst into laughter.
"If I had to say, Mrs. Yang should be considered a model wife."
"You're going to do something reckless again. Everyone knows that Mr. and Mrs. Luo are a model couple. What am I to you? You're just making fun of me."
Yi Ling smiled, turned slightly, and said, "Go and bring the tea."
The indifferent moon stood gracefully above the sky, its eyes lowered as it looked down upon every piece of land shrouded in gloom. A gust of wind passed, a slight rustling sound came from the window, and through a corner of the curtain-like veil, a spectacle was about to unfold.
She went upstairs and saw a dark shadow deep inside the room.
Without turning on the lights, I slowly walked over and stopped no more than half a step away.
"It's so dark, you almost blend into them."
"I am willing to merge with you, you know that."
Silence, and more silence.
Neither of them grew any closer; time stood still, and their two silent shadows sank into the ever-deepening colors of the scene.
"Come with me, okay?"
"Leave? Where to go? You want me to enter your Bronze Sparrow Terrace, where from then on you go east and I go east, you go west and I go west. You want me to take your color as the only color in the world, have you ever respected me?"
The brief moment of peace shattered. She looked at him intently, her eyes moist, but no tears welled up.
The overflowing happiness was shattered. He looked back at her sadly, his outstretched hand frozen in place, an unborn embrace dying.
Do you feel that life is a geometric shape?
The sharp point of the compass pierces the heart, fixing the person in one point, which is the center of the circle.
Then the tip of the pen rotates gracefully and slowly in circles.
The outermost layer is the universe.
Then there are conflicts between the Earth, nations, cities, and collectives, and others.
In the very end, it's the shadow in one's own heart.
This gloom is a protective shield, single-handedly resisting the immense pressure exerted by the layers of enormous rings overhead. At the same time, it is also the most terrifying constraint.
It compresses a person tightly within it, making you wish you were dead.
Living a miserable life like a beggar
Living, living
Yes, live! That's the spell it's casting on you.
When you finally dispel the gloom and want to escape it.
The wall collapsed. The circle shattered.
Then those large rings that kept circling your body turned into new spells one after another, trapping you tightly within them until your blood ran dry and your mission was accomplished, and you finally died peacefully.
That is the secular end of life, and the Buddhist fulfillment of one's spiritual goals.
“Xusheng, you don’t really understand me. What I want is peace.”
"I can give you peace."
"What I want is happiness."
"I give you the most abundant happiness."
"No, these are not what I want. I want freedom, yes, freedom, freedom without end."
"Of course you have freedom, I retain your freedom, I give you complete freedom."
"What right do you have to give me freedom? Is my destiny in your hands?"
"No, no..."
He sobbed uncontrollably, leaning against her chest and weeping desperately. If he could, he wished they could stay together like this forever, happily, until dawn.
But happiness is fleeting. (Looks down)
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