In my dream, I returned to the past at Yin Manor. That day I picked white plums from the plum grove behind Luolian Pavilion and walked slowly on the winding corridor. Yi Fan, wearing a sapphire blue satin cloak, stood under the blooming red plum tree and said with a smile, "This flower is so beautiful." At that time, the winter sun shone lazily on his profile, and his bright eyes were like sparkling pools under the moonlight.
The last thing I can remember in the dream is that Yuemei fell on the snow, biting her red lips with her teeth, her pale face full of tears, and Yi Fan cut off the corners of his blue clothes, with red eyes and said: "Qin Yuemei, that's it. From now on, you and I are like this robe, and we will never be righteous!"
He refused to leave. My sword was stuck diagonally on the snow, and a stream of blood flowed along the tip of the sword on the white snow.
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But from then on, because of the winter sunshine and the saying that plum blossoms are so beautiful, I was willing to get involved in the world. After wandering around, I realized that I was so useless in the world. Drinking wine on a moonlit night, just singing in a low voice, how can I return home?