chapter when fire remembers

The author of " The Story of This Man " was Spicy Dried Fish.

The lyrics of If Love Remembers are: " If you forget the fleeting fireflies, wait for the memories to shatter and sink." Falling on your heart mottled, that drag is my reluctance to part. If the longing had not been lost, and the longing had returned to the first moment. The warmth of fate, I want to keep it for you. If love remembers our promise, I will live for you even if it hurts. Waiting along the outline of my memory is my persistence. If love remembers the promise I keep for you, I will love you without regret even if I overturn the cause and effect. I've been waiting for you to respond to my wish for you."

The lyrics of " Memories of Chang 'an " expressed the feelings of parting and nostalgia for the past through the description of Chang' an. For example," The rain in Chang 'an, the feeling of autumn falls overnight, the road is thousands of miles, the north wind blows the guest's clothes " used delicate descriptions to show the coolness of autumn and the sadness of parting." Chang' an embankment, weeping poplars send farewell, thousands of mountains and moons, a sad green " further pushed the sadness of parting to the climax. At the same time, the lyrics also reflected the power of music. For example,"Only this song can send meaning to the heart" and "Only this song can forget the human world" showed the healing and infectious power of music. The entire song was set in ancient music, and with the lyrics, it made people feel as if they were in ancient Chang 'an, feeling parting and nostalgia. "Luo Han's Lyric Collection" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

"Memories of Chang 'an" was sung by the audio monster (Li Nan). The lyrics were written by Pillow Clothes and Candy Pot, and the music was composed by Takebe Satoshi. The original song was "(Windmill)." The lyrics of the song incorporated many poems of scholars, but the exact information of which poems were not found. "Luo Han's Lyric Collection" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

The wind remembers the fragrance of flowers. Wind was formless and colorless, but it left countless traces when it traveled through the world. It blew across the earth, blew across the four seasons, blew across every blooming flower, and remembered the intoxicating fragrance of flowers. In the colorful garden, the flowers competed for beauty. The rose was delicate and beautiful, like a proud queen, emitting a strong and warm fragrance; the lily was as white as snow, quietly emitting a simple and fresh fragrance, like a quiet fairy; and the golden sunflower, under the sun happily raised its head, releasing a vibrant atmosphere. The wind blew gently. It was like a loyal messenger, collecting every kind of flower fragrance. It brought the warmth of the rose to the distance, so that the rich air spread, so that people passing by could feel the passion of love; It carried the elegance of the lily, drifting across the noisy world, bringing a touch of peace to the irritable soul; It carried the vitality of the sunflower, blowing into every lazy corner, awakening the sleeping hope. The wind remembered the fragrance of flowers, just like how people remembered those beautiful moments. In his childhood memories, there were the pagodas that filled the courtyard. Every May, the branches of the pagoda tree were covered with snow. As the wind blew, the sweet fragrance filled the entire courtyard. Grandmother sat under the tree, waving her palm-leaf fan. Her face was filled with a kind smile. The wind had mixed the fragrance of the locust flower and the love of his grandmother into the years. Even as time passed, when the wind blew a similar fragrance again, that beautiful time would reappear in his mind. In the field, the rape flowers were golden. The wind blew through the sea of flowers, and the rich fragrance of rape flowers drifted with the wind. It was the fragrance of hope for a bumper harvest, the crystallization of the farmers 'hard work. The wind carried this fragrance, telling every corner of the world that this land was full of vitality and hope. The wind remembered the fragrance of the flowers and also remembered the prosperity and vitality of this land. In the long river of time, many beautiful things gradually withered like flowers. But the wind would never forget the fragrance of the flowers that had once bloomed. Even if the petals fell and turned into soil, the wind still told their stories in the world. Just like those great men and heroes who had passed away, their spirits were remembered and spread by the wind like the fragrance of flowers. Their deeds exuded the brilliance of humanity and inspired generations of people. The "fragrance" of this spirit would never dissipate. The wind remembered the fragrance of the flowers. It regarded the fragrance of the flowers as the most precious gift in the world and passed it on between heaven and earth. We should also be like the wind, remembering the beauty of life, whether it's a blooming flower or a warm smile, passing on these beautiful things, filling the world with the warmth and hope of flowers. The novel "Smelling the Jasmine Fragrance Again" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!