The Remains of Jin Falling Ink

The copper wall of the deep courtyard locked her body and their hearts. The pear blossoms bloom and fail, midsummer comes and goes. That era that didn't belong to her, and the fate that didn't belong to her, imprisoned her body, but not her soul. Follow the vines to find the roots, follow the pontoon to find the sea... But follow the direction of love, but you can't find her heart. Maybe, found it. He has the rashness to hold up the entire sky for her, but never knows the height of her sky; he hastily makes an eternal vow, but has no idea how far her eternity is. She just doesn't need it. She would rather cuddle up in the free and easy bamboo forest than the frivolous vanity of officials. She is free from the world but not from the world. When the rain stopped, she only cared about whether the person holding the umbrella for her was cold or not, and didn't care whether the person who laughed at her was punished. What if it was you holding the umbrella? The bamboo house and tree pavilion are better than the Forbidden City. Gold and silver strands make the heart of ice. I am happy to travel on the scales of the coir raincoat, Lin Zhixiang admired the green fields. This beautiful woman in Qing Dynasty is very intelligent. The exquisite sentences can be read and recited. Silver hairpins and ink are used throughout the past and present, Jinwen Wanxu Tong Zhongqing. The solitary plum blossoms in Qinxue are as bright as brocade, Jin Mo smiled shyly at Xian Jin. Conception: