Life Is Like a Dream, the Princess Is Fourteen Years Old

We met that year, that night was beautiful, that day was lingering. During that parting, the pear blossoms bloomed overnight, just like the heavy rain that beat the banana trees and dropped their delicate flowers. But in an instant, the broken flowers lost their beauty. The peonies under the bridge are as beautiful as pictures, not as good as the pear blossoms in those days. The people under the flowers are as beautiful as jade, with sand flying between their eyebrows. When I meet another traveler, I am already a stranger. How many years have passed since I left? The clouds stop when people are walking in the distance, and there is still a fragrance in the ears. The beautiful clothes are flowing in the wind, the hair on the hair is misty, and the clear words are beautiful and the songs are beautiful. The sweet sound lingered in my ears, and I just said: "Master, your umbrella." The eyes were shining, but their expression was gone. They were not as bright as that year. The beautiful woman knelt before the Buddha, with flowers growing on her lips. I caressed the strings so many times that they broke, and I left the misty rainy Jiangnan that day. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.