Spring Comes and Dreams Fill Qingshan Mountain

The dusk clouds are stained with autumn frost, and lovesickness is like a long dream. This feeling of sadness has no place to live, and the flowers are falling and falling. Everyone is asleep, but only sad. Qingge is heartbreaking in vain. When I say goodbye to you, I shed a thousand tears, and we will never forget you in this mortal world. When I was fifteen years old, I would squat in the corner of the Yonghe Palace, holding back my stomachache, and gritted my teeth and said: "Ruyu swears to stay alive, no matter what, no matter what, I must marry the fourth master as my wife!" But I will still be easily captured by you. Even if I see a dangerous future and a miserable and helpless future, I will still say to you: "I am cutting off my hair, and I am also parting my hair. I am looking for a place where there is no one, and we are tied into a knot of the same heart." One night after a long time, I finally saw clearly that I was actually just a woman who could not let go. So, I fell in love, and I never found a reason to give up. I think that I will count the past events every night; I will whisper your name in every dream. Even though Yinzhen, the only man I have ever loved in this world, is no longer here... The time span of this article is relatively large, and the heroine is not strong or omnipotent. She is very tolerant of Four Four and does not like her very much. Many people are asking about the background music of the article, so I will write it down here. It is "The Red Dust" by Chen Shuhua and Luo Dayou. Let me also make a small advertisement, my new trap, a palace love story in medieval France - in Westminster Abbey, King Edward's gentle kiss passed from the bride's lips, and the words that only two people could hear, rubbed her pale cheeks and were sent to her ears, "Smile, little girl. One day, you will You know, tomorrow is always more worth looking forward to than yesterday, just like life is always more exciting than memories." The bride raised her eyebrows habitually, staring unceremoniously into the king's eyes, "Your Majesty, I have become your wife in front of God. Are you still dissatisfied?" Intention: