At the end of Ming Dynasty, Jiangnan, Xiu Niang and Fu She Gongzi.
The chaos of the last days, the rise and fall of history passed by in an instant, and the fireworks and romance of the previous dynasty have become a lingering fragrance on the scroll.
The gentlemen in the temple, the civil and military ministers, the elegant and sophisticated young men from society who hold fans. In the water town of the south of the Yangtze River, there are elegant embroidered buildings, homes of poetry and prose, and women in the boudoir with fragrant clothes and beautiful temples.
I don't know love or hate in this life, just like the setting sun in the west tower, how glorious my life was shattered in that chaos, how my wandering past gradually turned into ruins as the map of the previous dynasty was changed. When life finally fell with the overthrow of the dynasty, rivers of blood were the tragic events of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. A weak-minded woman, a confidant raising her eyebrows, a red and tear-stained painting, and a broken jade made up of red makeup in troubled times.
When history finally passes away with the prehistoric times, the sorrows and joys of the world will become an empty mirror, replaced by a drunken life, and old friends will not meet each other. No matter where you are, after passing through the vicissitudes of life, we will return to the time when we first met.
The bright moon was still there, but the colorful clouds never returned. In the light rain, the swallows fly away without a trace, and the fallen flowers are independent.