Concubine Qingcheng: Hand in Hand with the World

A season of flowers blooming and fragrance on the streets, a season of sadness and sorrow on the pillow. The flowers wither and the dream is desolate, the beauty is beautiful, and the beauty is gone forever. The plum blossoms have fallen into a broken dream, but I am the only one left behind the lonely lamp for you. The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is rising lightly. Reliving old dreams, old friends have passed away. There is no way to reunite the past after farewell, and no way to renew memories after being hurt. People were different in those days and years, and they were injured and forgotten, and the past was like a dream. Just like spring flowers chasing the autumn moon, there is always a summer hiding between us. The mandarin duck talisman and the lovesickness gu are ultimately no match for the misfortune and infatuation of the wrong person. Looking back, I stood on the bridge and looked up, only to see peach blossoms flying all over the sky. The flowers have chosen to return to the green leaves, but they still don't know where they have fallen. They are strangers and heartbroken. In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly, the building outside the building, the mountain outside the mountain, and the people outside the building and the mountain have not yet returned. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.