In those days, the realm fell, the stars and frost changed, and blood stained the golden palace as red silk was cut. In those days, the years of youth were spent drunk beneath the bright moon. In the blink of an eye, the swallows had flown by, deep autumn filled the curtained window, and the lament remained unfinished.
Behind the Jingnan Campaign, who plotted and strategized? In an age of chaos, which peerless hero won the devotion of a woman whose smiles could be both tender and sorrowful? Amid royal grudges and tangled bonds of filial duty and vengeance, who could have it both ways? With love and hate so hard to tell apart, right and wrong so difficult to discern, who could share the moonlit truth? Through the mighty winds, the splendid realm, the turbulence of the martial world, and the palace's demonic flames, after enduring it all, nothing could withstand the smile of the one she loved.
Behold the extraordinary and legendary life of an unnamed princess of the Ming Dynasty, behind the veil of history, amid the smoke and dust of war.
If I met you in this life because the spring breeze that year forgot to hide our scents, so that amid the vast sea of people I could not help turning around and meeting your knowing gaze,
then let me remember you from childhood, with our hair in little tufts, until our old age, our hair white. Let each yesterday be clearer than today, like that inkstone from Duan and ink from Huizhou, that Xuan paper and writing brush from Huzhou, spread across a magnificent scroll on a sandalwood desk. Every stroke, black ink on white paper, vivid and unmistakable.
The days I spent with you in this life were songs of joy and graceful verses, a tune played on the qin amid green willows and rippling waters, each note a peach blossom.
But after we parted, the new verses I hastily composed were, every line, bone-deep sorrow.
From then on, who will accompany me as I send my longing across the river of stars, year after year, amid the chime of bells and drums?
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It has always been a pity that the author was obviously such a talented writer when he wrote this article, but he went to □ and now the article he writes... Orz
If I had known that the extra story was not written by the author, it was just a piece of shit. It wouldn't matter if you didn't read it, it would be very sad for those who do. Although it is regrettable that He Lanyou did not die well, after all, he has created an image of elegance, splendor and splendor in the minds of readers. However, YY's extras are not literary and they directly blaspheme this beauty. As far as his character creation is concerned, he seems to be following the dog's tail.
If I had known that the extra story was not written by the author, it was just a piece of shit. It wouldn't matter if you didn't read it, it would be very sad for those who do. Although it is regrettable that He Lanyou did not die well, after all, he has created an image of elegance, splendor and splendor in the minds of readers. However, YY's extras are not literary and they directly blaspheme this beauty. As far as his character creation is concerned, he seems to be following the dog's tail.
I have been following your articles for a long time and I like them very much. It is rare that such a good article does not have a V, so I give it a thumbs up.
I like your article very much, keep up the good work!
I still think He Lanyou's life was too miserable
He Lanyou's life was too tragic, really!
It's so beautiful. . . . . . Kill Zhu Di
Hate to see this kind of thing Hate to see Huai Su being bullied
Why bother What I fear most is that people are too stubborn...