In the summer of the sixth year of Yamato, she was dressed in white and lying on a small bamboo chair. There were no peach blossoms blooming around her, only the bamboo leaves rustled in the wind.
She closed her eyes and vaguely saw shadows of the old days,
Her father was still alive at that time, and she was a highly favored official lady. When her father was not doing business, he would sit in the courtyard, point out the rhyme of things, and recite poems to her.
There is a well in the courtyard, and next to the well is a sycamore tree, tall and straight, with luxuriant branches and leaves. In midsummer, the sun shines through the deep green tree and leaves countless mottled spots on the ground.
The father stroked his beard and said: "In addition to an ancient paulownia tree in the courtyard, its trunk reaches into the clouds."
It's easy to start a sentence and it's not difficult to use rhyme.
Without raising her head, she continued casually: "The branches welcome the birds from the north and the south, and the leaves carry the incoming wind."
The father's expression changed slightly, and he said nothing with a sullen face.
It turned out to be a prophecy, and he was homeless for half his life, and was welcomed and sent away. Now, everything can come to an end.
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