The floor-length red clothes, the bright jade and agate, all this is like a dream, a nightmare. My mother held my hair in a bun and gently combed my hair, just like she did when I was a child. My mother said that I was the most beautiful woman in Daxing country today, but my clothes were wet with tears.
"Yan'er, don't you like it? I'll just make it for you again, Yan'er, don't cry." The beautiful little person said hurriedly. Somewhat awkwardly but as if it was meant to be, she took the little person in green clothes beside her, who was smaller than herself, and brushed her back with her hands. She imitated her father's way of comforting her mother, and carefully soothed her little sister who was now in bloom. I had never noticed the deep and indelible pain in my eyes.
The jade-like person laughed loudly, "Then when Yan'er has performed the ritual of Jiadi, I will propose marriage to your father and ask Uncle Xi to marry Yan'er to me. Will Yan'er be willing to follow me?"
The kerchief on his head was lifted, and his lower forehead was pinched hard. He was forced to raise his head, and faced a pair of narrow and beautiful eyes with an evil aura. "Why, you don't like my favor?"
The red clothes are half open, with black hair hanging around her waist, and her skin is as white as snow, "I want a country and a beauty. If I can't get something, I would rather destroy it. The country is like this, and the beauty is like this. What do you think of Yan'er?"
In troubled times, life is like a dream, but the autumn wind is a sad painting fan.