Even in modern times, she has lived a life almost cut off from the world. Their transmigration brings them together.
He is a king.
But is Gu Jianjing really his Cinderella?
It turns out there's more to life than living happily ever after.
After leaving for good,
will she have the courage to give him another chance and start over?
Can a broken mirror be made whole again?
In the name of love, let's wait and see.
Because no one is watching and no one is urging me, please BS me.
It's very good. Why don't you write it again? I'm looking forward to it!
The courtyard is a little deeper, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed, the willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear, the moling tree returns in spring, and the old people build a healthy city. There are so many things that can be said about feeling the moon and singing in the wind. Now that I am old and unable to achieve anything, I feel that I am haggard and even more insignificant. There is no point in trying the lamp, and I am not in the mood to walk in the snow.
Is Hongsu willing to put the buds into pieces and explore the southern branches to bloom? I don't know how long it has been brewing, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning. The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, and the balcony is dull and worried. Come and have a rest if you want to take a look. It may not be possible tomorrow.
How deep the courtyard is, the clouds in the window, the foggy pavilion, the spring is late, who is haggard and loses her beauty. It's good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi. The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer playing. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away, but the warm wind will be too late to reach the apricot blossoms.
When spring arrives in Changmen, the grass is green and the red plum blossoms are broken and not evenly blooming. The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust, leaving behind the dream of dawn and shocking the spring. The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It's a good dusk. In the second year, I lost Dongjun for the third time and returned, intending to spend this spring.
The few days of spring are like wine, and the flowers are arranged and the horses are drunk for a thousand minutes. Old age and spring are like illness and wine. The only thing is the tea pot with fragrant seal script and small curtain. The remaining flowers have been swept away by the wind. Don't regret it, the flowers bloom and spring breeze comes. Who can see the return of spring? Flying swallows meet in the sunset when they come.
In the evening, the jackdaws are sad, but the willow pond is fresh and tender. If you don't have hatred in your eyes, you don't believe that there are white heads in the world. The intestines are broken, the tears are hard to hold back, and the lovesickness returns to the Little Red Mansion. Love and knowledge have been blocked by mountains, and I often lean against the railings and cannot feel free.
Stream of consciousness without knowing why
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