In the spring of the 22nd year of Yongding, the emperor fell ill and died.
Many years later, the old steward who accompanied him still clearly remembered that the emperor was leaning under the pear tree, with flowers raining from the sky. His eyes were empty, as if staring at a distant place, and there was a relieved smile on the corners of his lips.
In his arms, he held a scroll tightly, as if he was holding the thoughts he had been pursuing all his life.
The painting shows a woman holding flowers in her left hand and holding a sword in her right hand. She looks like a Penglai immortal with ice muscles and jade bones.
Everything started with a rain of pear blossoms and ended in a rain of pear blossoms.
The branches on the street are fragrant and spring is here again.
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