The willows have not yet turned green, and the flowers have not yet turned into stamens. She buried her head in the long alley, with flying tiles and gleaming lights, counting all her youthful years piece by piece. Bend your knees and taste the warmth and coldness of the world, bend down and sip the clear tears from your cheeks. She was the spirit wind that fell into the grass by mistake. If it weren't for the Wutong tree, how could she stay?
Suddenly he raised his head, and his youthful beauty instantly fell over the city. When the emperor sits in the Mingtang, she is the weak willow behind the heavy beaded curtain, and she is also a wonderful interpreter of words with a sharp ear and eyesight. With a half-rolled flag on the battlefield, she is a heroine with extraordinary courage and courage. She can turn into a ferocious Rakshasa and wash away old and new grudges with blood.
The emperor star fell, and the army was destroyed. She tore open the curtain and held the yellow ax and the white jing. He acted exclusively and arbitrarily just to support the turbulent great dynasty. Everyone rebelled and separated from their relatives, and their first home was also occupied. Does it take that drop of golden branch blood to stay with you for life?
Wrong, who is wrong?
The sky is dark, and it mistakes the merits and demerits of the wise and foolish. If not forced, she would live forever in an alley, never to see the light of day.
To give up or not to give up?
The vows were made, and they turned into smoke in the blink of an eye. If she didn't love each other, how could she go to all the trouble to give up the one she loved?
The taste of the world is pure joy, light smoke and sparse willows, and all away from wine.