
Zhilici
About This Novel
In this two-year separation, the red threads guess each other, but the song ends with resentment; these two thoughts and three hearts, tenderness under the moon, but they are separated by distant shadows; these three wives and four concubines, playing the flute and flute together, but the flowers bloom and wither; these four books and five classics, the harp and harp harmoniously, but the country holds the brocade; these five notes and six rhymes, the misty evening rain, but the lingering wind beats the catkins; these six desires and seven emotions, the past life Life is like a song of lovesickness; these are in disarray, the country is broken, but the iron horse is fighting against the gold; these eight streets and nine streets, wine is leisurely and sorrowful, but the old and red ropes are wrong; these nine nonsense and ten words, the green light and the yellow scroll, but the drunken peach blossom paper; these ten questions and hundreds of answers, fighting at chess, but who can let the autumn wind rustle; these hundreds of turns, no regrets at the chess, but the king's shadow is still home.
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