I wake up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, with endless words and wonderful thoughts. The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace, and my feelings are like water. Three flute sounds, the plum blossom heart is broken, so much love in spring.
The soft wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again. When the flute player leaves the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it. ----Li Qingzhao
Green mountains, clear waters, and chirping birds. Under such a beautiful scenery, a high mountain with all the dead trees stands impressively, but at the foot of the mountain, large plum blossoms are blooming. In the plum forest, there is a woman standing, holding a wine cup in her right hand, looking at the blooming plum blossoms in front of her in ecstasy. A man in green robes walked up from the horizon and looked at her lovingly: "How have you been these past few years?"
The woman came back to her senses and looked down at the wine cup in her hand: "What is good? What is bad?"
"The Emperor of Heaven ordered me to take you back. For the past 30,000 years, it's fine if you don't ask about the affairs of the heaven. But it's not right to stay here all the time. There are some things that once you've passed them, don't obsess about them anymore!" The man said,
"Do you still remember... The plum blossom at that time? Do you remember him at that time?" The woman paused and said: "... After all, it was me... I was the one who ended the cause and effect with my own hands. How can I let it go? For 30,000 years, his eyes have been lingering in my mind. What I owe him must be repaid after all!" The woman was a little excited. She raised her hand to catch a withered plum blossom petal, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it gently.
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