It is: a half-rolled Xiang curtain half-closed the door, ground ice into earth jade for a basin. The stolen pistils were three-thirds white, and borrowed a wisp of the plum blossom's soul. The immortal in the Moon Cave sewed her gauze jacket, and the resentful daughter of the autumn wiped away the traces of her cry. She was shy and silently complaining to someone, leaning against the westerly wind that she was already fainting at night.
It's still the same: Cherishing the beauty, keeping the door closed during the day, holding hands with the urn and filling the moss basin. The rouge washes out the shadows of the autumn steps, and the ice and snow attract the exposed soul. It is only when it is light that I know the flowers are more beautiful, and how can I get no trace of jade. I want to repay the white emperor for being clean, but I don't say anything, and the sun is dim again.
Do you remember that after Qingwen was expelled in Dream of Red Mansions, Baoyu said: "Half of the beautiful crabapple flower under the stairs died for no reason. I knew something strange was going on, and it must be her."
Readers from Jinjiang answered: It's a very simple question, she must have traveled through time.
This article is going to tell the story of the half of Haitang who traveled through infinite terror.