My sixth brother is the most annoying Taoist priest in the world, because they are stereotyped and can't tolerate kindness from others. When the vixen of this family seduced the handsome young man of that family, he insisted on getting involved and separated the family. I don't know whether he fell in love with the vixen or the handsome young man, so they got the name of smelly Taoist priests. I think the smelly Taoist priest, the flower monk, and the old nun can be called the three heroes in the world of beating mandarin ducks. . .
I have also thought about feeding them fish for a long time. Logically speaking, they are ancient giant beasts summoned with human blood, and they should feed on the souls of dead people to exert their greatest power. However, the master said that if they eat too many souls, their bodies will surge with rage, which is difficult to tame. After thinking about it again and again, I would rather feed them two more buckets of fish to let the fat around their waists surge. . .
The diviner said that I would eventually die in the arms of my beloved. I thought that was the best ending a woman should have, but I didn't know that this day would come so quickly. . .
Looking for flowers in the south spring, there are hundreds of fragrant branches, nine branches and ten stalks, and willows will sprout new buds. Zhaozhao Miaolan is painted between the eyebrows, and the white hair is wrapped in a hosta. Looking for flowers in Nanquan, lonely willow holding red wax, paper and inkstone, pen and ink, new wine and old tea. There is no need to hang on the distant road, and the red sleeves are lying on the green couch. If you are looking for flowers in Nanquan, don't ask willows. If you are looking for willows in Nanquan, don't ask flowers. . .
Women in troubled times each have their own stories.