On days like this when the breeze is gentle and the clouds are light, I lie on the rocking chair and sleep all afternoon. I don't know if it's because of old age. These days, I always think about those people in the past, most of whom are no longer alive.
The sweet and honest girl in my memory burst into tears out of fear. She held my hand and asked me, "Sister Rong, why are there always fights and fights for favor in this palace?" I didn't answer at the time, and I didn't know how to answer.
Later she died, in the cold Mingyuan Lake in the palace, and stayed at that bright and beautiful age forever.
For so many years I didn't want to think about this man.
Now that he has white hair and silk hair on his temples, he has begun to think carefully about what she asked.
Perhaps, now that I am in my dying years, I can give her an answer based on what I have seen and heard in my life.