The author of this article's remarks many years later: This is the product of the author's self-entertainment, a dark history that cannot be looked upon directly, a very tortuous, 100% hypocritical, 100% gory, and extremely clichéd story.
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It is said that life is like a play, and things in the world are impermanent; everyone's love is weak, and the moon is like a mirror.
Twenty-eight scenes of poetry, twenty-eight years of ups and downs. Once upon a time, flowers bloomed in the golden palace, once autumn rain broke the west tower, once there was a song in the mountains, and once the flowing water was ruthless. Eventually it turns into nothing, just pay attention to the little ripples.
When the song is over and everyone is gone, who will take pity on me and know what I mean?
Volume 1&Volume 2
She is the daughter of the frail and sick merchant Yu He who was raised in a boudoir. She is also a Tang princess who was welcomed back to the palace after being separated for many years.
He is the gentle and elegant Yu He's adopted son from a wealthy family in Linfeng, Yushu. He is also an envoy of the Jin State who has his entire family plundered and carried a family feud.
Destiny separated them, and she pursued it hard, but she didn't know that the person she loved was already deep in hatred.
When the clouds open and the moon shines brightly, and all the love affairs are over, can a lifetime of infatuation be exchanged for one look back? Let me tell you, I will always be by your side.
Volume 3&Volume 4
The years flew by, leaving me alone to wander, looking at the moon and missing each other;
Time passed gracefully, and I was the only one trapped in it, forgetting my feelings and conspiring together.
A bowl of love-forgetting water can resolve the grievances between two people, the love grievances between three people, and a ten-year-long relationship. After many ups and downs, who will fate lock?
A pair of deep eyes watch the peach blossoms falling, the soil buries the flowers, and think of the dancing in the distance. I am left alone with this love, can my old friend be well?
Conception: