Time passes, yet stories never grow old. Beauty fades, yet feelings remain unchanged. These are stories of different lives in different eras. Love, family, and friendship in a chaotic age are woven together with the flames of war, then fade away together. In our fast-paced age, a slow-burning love drifts quietly along with time, though it may not have the dreamlike beauty of reflections in flowers or the moon on water. Times change, but people remain devoted to their feelings and helpless in the face of change. Perhaps only after experiencing it can we understand that holding on to our own hearts matters more than winning someone else's.
A little love story set in the turbulent Republican era, and a slow-burning romance in today's fast-paced age. Come witness me in full bloom.
This is about more than love.
The candlestick and jade curtain reflected her rosy cheeks. With drums and flutes, wine cups and toasts, The vast sky and the dark clouds point to a dream of two birds flying wing to wing. Bowing and lowering her brows, she buried her deepest affections.
Mo Shi Mianyu closely followed, laughter and conversation stirred up the green plums, vaguely recalling a hundred times of homesickness, swallows and sparrows flew south, accompanying the budding flowers and calling for spring thunder. The curtain rolls up, tears fall like pearls, for whom do they griev?
In my hazy dreams, amidst the idyllic paths; Tears stream down my face in my twilight years; I pity myself for the passing years. Reeds grow by the stream, but the chirping of bluebirds is nowhere to be found; White egrets perch on the banks of the Xiang River, while a lone mandarin duck cries on Mount Yuelu.