Woman. What a heavy title.
Those elegant women, looking down from the clouds, are disdainful of the hustle and bustle of the world. Eyebrows and eyes are clearly defined. Their words and deeds are like the promises of politicians, empty, ethereal, and unpredictable. It is a poem that contains countless allusions that people with little knowledge cannot interpret. These women may have been annihilated and turned into sand throughout the ages, becoming unknown and only finding a sojourn in a corner of folklore; or they may have died lonely, leaving behind eternal reputations and leaving countless talented poets and poets talking about them, and they have written romantic legends one after another under the pen. They are smart and gentle, and know how to use standards to measure their actions, and do what they should do and stop where they should; they are exquisite and clear, knowing how to hide behind others without revealing their sharp edges. Compared with the long history of charm, these women are just one of the thousands of floating lives that disappeared in an instant. But no matter how weak it is, layers upon layers of earthworms gathered together can still shake the towering trees. Their existence is a vermilion mark, a cinnabar mole on the brow of history. Even the world of mortals cannot erase the sparse clouds. Because history is a torsion scale, the slightest change will be infinitely magnified.
Those women. Even at that time, their eyes were shining with cold stars, their hearts were full of flowers, and their romance had long been blown away by the rain and wind. However, when the arrow of time flies by, the sound that breaks through the sky is not just a passing incident. This sound was Luo Shang dancing gracefully when Lu Zhu fell from the building; it was the iron hooves of Yu Cong under Mulan's seat; it was Du Shiniang's treasure chest sinking into the Lu River... For a moment, the waves surged into the sky. A book of desolation, this is a cage that they cannot escape from. But the fallen flowers and willows, the old trees and withered vines, all have their own wind and moon.
Short stories about some legendary women in history are published after they are written. There are no pitfalls and you can read them with confidence.
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