Spring Sleep Without Dawn

When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. In the other courtyard, the summer scenery is clear, and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain. The shade of the trees is all over the ground, and at noon, I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream. What a big dream, so real, so cruel. Traveling through hundreds of years of dust and dust, listening to the wind and rain all night, and suddenly waking up, how many flowers have fallen? ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ These days, it's hard to write Qing palace literature~~~ Thirteen is Xiaowei's, the eighth is Yaohua's, the fourth is an eternal landmine... Try to respect history as much as possible... But many characters are still fabricated out of thin air... Sweat...