Summer Cicadas, Winter Snow

By a small coincidence, I read this article on the APP, full stop, and got a monopoly on it. The lives of all three of them were ultimately unfulfilling. But it follows the infinite cycle of the circle. A return to a life without a lover A prison back in the deep palace A person who can't win her heart after all

At the beginning, Zhang Heng wrote "Ding Qing Fu" and Cai Yong wrote "Jing Qing Fu". They examined the idiosyncrasies and became indifferent. It will suppress the wandering evil thoughts and help to satirize and remonstrate. Scholars who wrote essays continued to write in the Yi Dynasty; because of the similarities, the meaning of the words was widened. Yuyuanlu had a lot of free time, so Fu Ranhan wrote it. Although the writing is not clever enough, it does not deviate from the author's intention. What a graceful and graceful figure, unique in the world and showing off among the crowd. The beauty of the beautiful city is reflected in the rumors. Wear jade to compare purity, and wear orchids to compete for fragrance. He is light and tender in the world, and his elegance is in the high clouds. I feel sad about the change of morning and evening, and feel the long-term diligence of life; the same thing ends in a hundred years, how to be sad when there are few joys! Sitting upright under a red curtain, enjoying the clear air and enjoying oneself. It's nice to have slender fingers and colorful sleeves. The beautiful eyes are wandering, and the words and smiles are indistinguishable. At the end of the melody, the scenery falls in the west pavilion. Sad businessmen knock in the forest, white clouds cover the mountains. Look up at the sky and look up at the road, bend down to sing the strings. The deity is charming and the demeanor is detailed. I am grateful for the voiceless sound, and I am willing to talk to each other. I want to go and make an oath myself, but I am afraid that it will be a mistake to be disrespectful; I wait for the phoenix to say goodbye, but I am afraid that others will do it first. The mind is confused and confused, and the soul has moved for a moment: I would like to wear clothes as a collar and inherit the lingering fragrance of the flower head; I am sad that the night is leaving, and I am resentful that the autumn night is still young! I wish I could use my clothes as a belt to tie up my slim body; I wish I could take away the strange smell of warmth and coolness, or get rid of the old and wear the new! May the hair be luxuriant, and the hair be brushed on the slumped shoulders; the sad beauty's repeated bathing, withered from the white water! May the eyebrows be darkened and spread freely as you look; I am sad that the makeup is still fresh, or it may be ruined by the beautiful makeup! I would like to have a feast in Wanguan, and my weak body will be at peace in the three autumns; I will be sad for Wenyin to replace the emperor, and I will see you again and again over the years! I wish I could walk on silk and be able to move around; my sad actions should be restrained, and I would abandon them in front of the bed in vain! May it be a shadow in the day, always moving west and east according to its shape; I am sad for the many shades of tall trees, and my emotions vary from time to time! I wish to be a candle at night, illuminating the jade face in the two couplets; the sad light of the hibiscus hides the brightness in the dying scene! I wish I could make a fan out of bamboo, holding my sorrow soaring in my soft hand; I would like to mourn the white dew in the morning, and look at my lapels and sleeves to remember the miao! I wish I could be a paulownia on the tree, and a musical harp on my knees. I would like to have sorrow and joy come in the form of mourning, but finally push me away and stop playing! What you wish for will be violated, and it will only take pains to make a contract. Supporting labor and not complaining, Bu Rong and Yu Nanlin. The dew of living magnolias, the remaining shade of green pine trees. There is a face to face in the suave journey, and we are happy and fearful in the middle. But we are lonely and have no sight, and we can only find it in vain. Pulling back the light skirt to return to the road, looking at the sunset and sighing. Leaning on the steps and forgetting the fun, the look is miserable and the face is reserved. Ye Xiexie has gone away, the air is desolate and cold, the sun has cast its shadow and disappears, and the moon is beautiful in the clouds. The bird makes a mournful sound and returns alone, the beast even fails to return. I mourn the twilight of that year, and I hate the desire to die in this new year. If you think about the night dream and follow it, your mind will be wandering and uneasy; if you lose the anchorage of the boat, it will be like being on a cliff without climbing. At that time, the Pleiades filled the pavilion, the north wind was miserable and bright, and I couldn't sleep, and all my thoughts were wandering. I took off my belt to serve the morning, and there was heavy frost on the plain steps. The chicken folds its wings but does not crow, and the flute flows far away with clear mourning; it starts out wonderful and dense with leisure and harmony, but ends up being light and hidden. Mrs. Yi is here, and she is holding the clouds to send her to her. The clouds pass by without saying anything, and the moment is passing by. If you think hard and feel sorry for yourself, you will eventually block the mountains and stagnate the rivers. Welcome the breeze with timidity and tiredness, and send your weak will to return to the waves. Especially "Mancao" is the meeting, and the remaining songs of "Zhao Nan" are recited. Keep your worries calm and sincere, and let your distant feelings rest in your eight dreams. ——"Ode to Leisure" by Tao Yuanming

What a sad and beautiful story this is... Three people who are destined to have no connection.

Have you ever heard of Xu Song's Eternal History?