In the distant Liucheng, there is a Skylark Bridge that resolves marriages. There is a tea-selling girl at the end of the bridge. She is the most beautiful woman in the country and has a peerless appearance.
That day, when she met him, her eyes were bright and her heart was bright, as if she was in another world. He tried his best to keep her by his side, filling the sky with fireflies and thousand-year-old epiphyllums... But in the end he left. She didn't want to let down the good men in the world and went to that dark palace.
I don't know how many springs and autumns the prosperity has faded, but we met again under the pear tree in the deep palace. The gentle demeanor of the young master who was as gentle as jade has faded away, and the wind, frost, rain and snow have carved a more mature face. He stood with his hands behind his back, waiting under the pear tree. When she heard that he was coming, she didn't even take a look at her makeup. She got up, took the lark branch that had been placed on the dressing table, and walked quickly to the pear tree.
I used to think that the most beautiful thing in life is encounter; later I realized that the rare thing is actually reunion.
"Yan'er, are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, his deep and vicissitudes of eyes never moving away from the woman in front of him for a moment, but he saw tears falling unconsciously from this dignified woman with crescent eyebrows.
She looked at him, his eyes were still as gentle as when they first met. When Feng'er also calmed down, she bowed and said, "I would like to send my regards to the prince. May the prince be safe."
He looked at her in shock.
"My concubine is always by your side. Everything is fine. Thank you, Your Majesty, for taking care of me." Her eyes turned red, but her tone remained calm.
He lowered his eyes, swallowed, and said, "Yan'er, do you know how I have spent these years."
"I heard that the prince suffered a lot when he entered Sanqing Mountain. Fortunately, he is able to return safely now. It must be the emperor's grace."
He glanced at her folded hands and noticed the lark branch she had been holding.
My thoughts are flying south with the wild geese in the sky at this moment.
When he was recuperating in the deep mountains and old forests, he also fantasized about being a couple for the rest of his life; he fantasized about holding a candle until dawn; he fantasized about having her red sleeves beside him when he was studying and studying... But he never imagined that each of them maintained their own identity under the pear tree. "If it weren't for those little bits and pieces of fantasy, how could it have supported me until now. Yan'er, if I can look back over the years, would you be willing to join me in raising eyebrows?"
"The endless sadness can only be treated as a joke. Your Majesty should understand this truth. It's getting late. I'll take my leave first. Your Majesty, please help yourself." After she said that, she turned and left. She squeezed the lark branch in her hand tightly, asking herself over and over again why she wouldn't want to? That year at the Skylark Bridge, there was only one glance, with a hint of tenderness in the restraint, and even in the deep palace, it was also a memory in the loneliness of this life.
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?