#surou

[niyiran]

Incoming SHIP: SURYxREYI

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[geoffreyyou]

🔥 #surou #酥肉 #黎黎深夜火鍋 #hotpot #sichuanhotpot #祥和里 #chengdu #sichuanfood #spicyfood (at 祥和里) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsqHDDPlo8i/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6q49q53mt7do

[gilsonufba]

A segunda heroína da história e posteriormente uma das noivas do protagonista é Su Rou, sendo o "Rou" de seu nome significando gentil. Su Rou é a filha mais velha da família Su. Ela se juntou desde jovem a Escola do Dragão Azure juntamente com sua irmã mais nova Su Mei com o objetivo de descobrir uma das entradas do Túmulo do Imperador. Ela era um ancião do tribunal interno da escola e mesmo com o cultivo no domínio profundo na época, se recusou a se juntar ao tribunal central da Escola do Dragão Azure, pois queria encontrar alguém dos novos alunos com poder espiritual para ajudá-la e a sua irmã a alcançar seus objetivos. Posteriormente na história depois de Chu Feng deixar a região do Mar do Leste a caminho da Terra Santa do Martialismo, Su Rou, Su Mei é Zi Ling (as duas outras noivas do protagonista é heroínas da história) são deixadas para trás pois seus cultivos são muito baixos e não poderiam se defender, mas tarde se tornam discípulos de um instrutor divino, um homem cego com poder insondável que Chu Feng encontrou na primeira vez que ele chegou a região do Mar do Leste. #SuRou #mga #martialgodasura (em Salvador, Bahia, Brazil)

[rinaisenja99]

dan aku mendoakanmu pada hari hari dimana kau tak kan pernah mengingat tentang "kenangan" lagi

S.

[bloompsychedelicdream]

"Slow" translation (English)

My feelings are in constant circulation for 365 days, but they seem both simple and complex.

Human emotions, bitter sweetness, melancholy doesn’t seem to have an expiration The attachment to “what if” following a period - it’s all incomphrensible, so the sentiments pile up Things like number theory ask nothing of us White or black? Loss or gain? Or things that don’t fit in with anything else? I’ve been away for so long
 If I turn back, where will you be in the thick fog? If I cover my eyes, what will become of the withering flowers?

Growing slowly apart, saying goodbye feels like a dream Transient, but not yet disappearing The wind erases the voices, and though the memories are unseen, they dance

An erasure with sentimentalism, the end of fatalism; the complete and perfect form will be carried over to the next world A timeline, when I dig up the self-consciousness I had buried, it will be the universe by the time I come back

Unable to land, I drift around the moon, and here I swim through the world’s faded colors Within the second of darkness from the blink of an eye, I watch the beginning and the end Instantaneous, but not yet to be erased It is but the wind that whispers the names, and smiles intermittently

Though it tangles, the collapsing shadow picture is already merely a shadow Though it closes, what is it that you now hold in your open palm?

Growing slowly apart, saying goodbye feels like a dream Transient, but not yet disappearing, which makes it beautiful Before I knew it, time had stopped, so even when I try to go back, I will always be in the same place And even though I search, it’s no use. Who is it making this noise? The wind erases the voices, and though the memories are unseen, they dance And though the memories are unseen, they dance

My feelings have been circulating for more than 365 days. And they revolve even today for reason unknown. And will again tomorrow. --- Translated by bloom