There is no shore when the flowers bloom, but the soul is still in the river after forgetting about it. When I'm drunk, I don't know how vast the smoke is, and in my dream, the lights are dimly lit. The flowers and leaves have not seen each other for thousands of years, but the fate is gone and the fate is dancing. The flowers cannot understand the words, the flowers nod their heads, and the Buddha saves my heart and sighs in vain.
That year was the third year after Concubine Dugu passed away.
Emperor Li Yu had not yet buried her body, but stayed by the coffin every night. The courtiers had been admonishing her for three years, but he had not listened. It was not until the first winter snow that he finally followed the hearse, wearing white horses and plain clothes, and sent the Dugu family to Zhuangling.
Few people remember how the Dugu family entered the palace, and no one remembers that more than ten years ago, Emperor Li Yu once contradicted the ministers because he wanted to make his wife Shen, who had a tainted reputation, as his queen. It seems that it is all in the past.
Conception: