Dielianhua
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the mist orchid weeping dew, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, where can you tell if the mountains are long and the rivers are vast?
She is a little girl who has never known what lovesickness is. All she pursues is her own inner comfort.
He is the pampered prince of the Forbidden City, the general king with the world in mind, and he only wants to sink and struggle in the whirlpool of power.
The intersection of time and space makes two people who should not have met fall in love, composing such a story.