Yu Linling
The cold jade is broken, the distant mountains are covered with snow, and the reflected moon is shaking. Flying thousands of miles long, withered away, the branches are green. I only left Fang Fei to look at, sighing that it would be difficult to sleep tonight. Don't miss it, flowers adorn the world, staining the sky with red clouds and tears.
When spring comes, I smile at the beautiful flowers and crisp flowers, look at the blue sky, and get drunk with wine in the wind. Where is your dreamland? Thoughts are confused, confused and regretful. I also saw the red lotus, which is worthy of Taoism and the beauty of autumn is precious. Don't be obsessed with it, but it's ordinary. Let's remember the years in this world.
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From the capital city in the north to Hangzhou and the sea in the south, a beautiful and prosperous poem unfolds.
In a blink of an eye, it is the Lantern Festival again. In the capital, jade pots are shining, lanterns are being lit, and it has snowed for another day. Li Dengyun, the courtesan's wife, returned from a banquet. She watched the snow dancing in the sky, admired the silver-clad world, and missed her old people in her hometown. Unconsciously, she couldn't sleep again...
PS: Imitate the language style of novels of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, a chapter-style novel, and a romantic story about ancient scenery.
Intent: To embody the group portraits of women in the ancient market and write their own life chapters in the ever-changing era.