Young Lu Yuan was ordered to investigate the imperial ministers and lied to the outside world that he was returning to Wulu to get the wedding invitation. Ye Qingxing was very happy when he heard the news. The outside world thought that Lu Yuan went home to get a wedding invitation and went to Beijing to find his wife. After learning the truth, Ye Qingxing ran to tell him in tears: You are all wrong! Lu Yuan was young and frivolous, and he couldn't stand the hypocrisy and coercion in officialdom. He didn't like the literati who used their status to pretend to be elegant, and he didn't like the stupid people who believed in gods but were selfish. The young Lu Yuan has been confused, questioned, and decadent, but he has always been a clean young man. —————————————————————————————————— Lu Yuan knew that he had a wife when he was a child, and he wanted to get his fame and marry her back home. When he grew up, Lu Yuan became a very popular minister, and he carried a large sedan chair to marry his wife and go home. On the night of the wedding, Lu Yuan looked at the lady on the bed with wide eyes, feeling rejected in his heart. Lu. The little prime minister. He is not aware of his beauty. He thinks he is very powerful. His strength is worth bursting. He is VS Ye. He wears his waistcoat and becomes a big boss in women's clothing in the hall and down the hall. This article is based on the boring and coquettish style, so don't go into detail.
Attached are the lyrics you wrote? Looking back suddenly, things have changed, people have changed, and things have changed. Compose a song to sing about the past and look into the distance.
"Yunjun" author FoSu
The emperor laughs, but gentlemen do not care. We are all on one side of the world.
Heartbroken, who is still wandering in the Six Dynasties?
I never thought your smile would be so wild.
It's mine, and it still looks like a child.
Where are you, my heart is still wandering.
Under the bright moonlight, my heart is like a tide, unbridled and high-pitched.
A pot of wine, drunkenness everywhere, the vegetation is swaying.
Chen Qingci, offering sacrifices to the family ancestral hall, and playing the strings of the piano.
The history books are sad, and the face is yellow.
A poem breaks the heart.
The veil is gone, and the sadness is slowly flowing.
Qingyunzhi, young man Hu Meng's past.
But he didn't know that he couldn't help but wet his red robe with tears.
Today is what it is now, living up to the past and becoming the same as before.
Intention: What is the first virtue, the first virtue, the first virtuous woman, the first birth, the young man can only see clearly when he climbs out of the turbulent temple.