In the spring of the 17th year of Yong'an, Qu Yuanhe handed me the painting "Lin Yuan" and said that I was the only one in the world who understood the meaning of silence in it.
She is the bright moon in the capital, gentle and kind, and kind to everyone. She is so kind that I can't tell whether the light that falls on me is a single one, or whether it is scattered all over the place.
I guarded my loneliness and unwillingness, hid my heartbeats in withered flowers and cold nights, turned my care into boredom, and turned my longing into resentment.
Until she fended off the wild boar for me, until she asked me why I always hated her so much, until the Qu family left Beijing, and the carriages and horses were dusty, never to be seen again.
Only then did I understand that the bottom of the abyss in that painting "Lin Yuan" was me, and the moonlight in my heart was her.
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Purpose: Through an unspoken secret love, this article depicts the delicate and restrained emotional bond between women in the ancient context, showing the involuntary fate of individuals in the tide of the times, and the growth and reconciliation of the secret admirer through self-pulling.