Qingqiu Priest Ling once loved a person, and after his death, he was willing to stay in the world.
Her temples are decorated with flowers, her shoulders are slender and her waist is fragrant. She has a water-red skirt, a woman's high bun, which sways lightly as she moves with the lotus steps. She has a bright red jade bracelet and a branch that has been lonely in the shadow of drunken flowers for hundreds of years. She has only been looking forward to her husband coming back to complete their unfinished evening ceremony.
She has seen worldly life and death, but not the reincarnated monk
That sound of "Tan Yue" is no longer in my ears now
When I dreamed about it at midnight, I still didn't see those blue and white clothes.
Ningzhi didn't believe in human love, but she met a young monk who didn't know how to be romantic. She tried her best to seduce the monk, but the monk was gone, and so was her soul.
Fortunately, he came back and brought her back...
The mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
——Zuihuayin·Li Qingzhao
Intention: I hope everyone in the world will believe that love will last forever