The jade beads are twisted, the heart sighs, and the swiftlets fall continuously on the east eaves. The red door is closed, the door of the heart is locked. The lonely plum blossom blooms alone, what is the secret fragrance? Confused, confused, confused.
My heart is broken with sorrow, my thoughts are confused, and the palace walls are deeply covered with flowers. Human relationships are evil and the world is weak. I wait in vain and drink alone under the moon. Mo, mo, mo.
By the way, I am indeed not a good writer. There are traces of plagiarism in this poem - -
If anyone reads it, I would like to give you a piece of advice here: enter with caution. Because I don't know when I will disappear or when I will appear again. This place will be a big pit for ten thousand years.
This article mainly talks about a woman's love and hatred in the harem. There may be more elements of power struggle than love. If you have time to write more, you can save it in your manuscript box and publish one chapter in one day or two days. If you don't write enough, it is possible to publish only one chapter a week. Okay, I admit that I am a lazy person - -
My research on Hanfu and traditional culture is not thorough, and there may be loopholes in the plot of the article. Readers are welcome to correct me~
The last sentence, please don't vomit blood. If you think it's interesting, just save it without commenting... I really deserve a beating, embarrassment