The flowers in the forest withered their spring reds, but it was too hasty, and the cold rain came helplessly, and the wind came late; the tears of rouge left each other drunk, when will they last again? Naturally, life grows with hatred, and water grows with the east.
We are happy when we see each other, we are sad when we don't see each other, sadness and joy are intertwined, who can tell? The most important person in life, her every smile, his anger and madness are all deeply engraved in each other's hearts.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. Mandarin ducks are animals that stay with each other until they grow old, but a thunder caused the peacock to fly southeast. That's all, there was no result between him and her after all.
In my heart, a woman's life is sad. Her life can only be tightly tied to one man. She has no choice. If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog. This is already unfair. And no one will think of women when men are in glory, but women must suffer when men are humble. And women's names will never appear in the wrinkles of history, just like a drop of tear. When it dries, there is nothing.
The woman in my article is no different from an ordinary woman. She is married to a man, a man she has loved since she was a child. It is a pity that they cannot live a life of coarse cloth and linen clothes like an ordinary couple, because her husband is the emperor and the proud son of heaven. She She is just one of his many concubines. She loves him, but his love... She can't keep it forever. She can only rely on her scheming, her means, and his slight affection for her to keep fighting and survive in this deep palace like ink.
It's a pity that everything is in vain.
——Si Liang