The seventeenth year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty was the Jiashen Year. The New Year was approaching, and heavy snow fell in the south, which was always warm. The plain white snowflakes decorated the New Year in the South, which was novel and desolate. The sedan curtain only opened a corner, and several dull coughs could be heard.
The flute sounded, and the crisp flute sound was melodious and long. It was like the chirping of young birds looking for food in the morning before coming out of the nest. Accompanied by the soft light of the morning glow, it was so inspiring. The low sound of the flute echoed softly, and it was actually like a pair of partridges perched on a branch, preening each other's feathers. Wings, there is you in the qing qing qing, and there is me in the chirping, so full of meaning and affection, and then the high-pitched flute sound is exciting, and it returns to silence in the most excitement. It is obviously a hope that is still unfinished, but it ends suddenly, just like a bird flying in the clouds suddenly hit by an arrow.
She said, "I have no regrets about the circumstances I have encountered in this life. I only regret that God made a fool of me because I was born at the wrong time."
He said, "Even if you miss it, you still have to look for it. Only by fighting to the end of the world can you have no regrets."
The blood-like Flower of the Other Side is a witness to the decline of a dynasty. During the overthrow of the dynasty, they, fallen leaves and twilight bells, became scattered and lost.
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