This is just a love story between a heartbroken man and an infatuated girl that has been written and talked about. There are no ups and downs, nor a love that lasts forever, but only a touch of affection and a lovesickness that is engraved in the heart.
The idea for this article was formed in June 2009, when I first listened to He Tu's "Like Flowers" and was moved by the idiotic voice in the song.
This is a short story. The exact number of words is to be determined. Depending on my performance, the following content will be updated one after another~
Ruhua Lyrics, Music and Singing: Hetu
He lit the lamp at night and read the Four Books and Five Classics several times. It was her childhood sweethearts who were watching over him.
She studied the ink under the lamp and took a look at Jing Chai's sarong. She watched him study hard for ten years and vowed to get into the Golden Palace.
Sending my beloved to the ferry, she said she would be waiting for you all her life. He said he would be sure to live up to your tenderness when I was named on the gold medal list.
Eighteen years of waiting for her standing at the small ferry. Eighteen years of tenderness. He slept in Mingyue Tower.
That lonely sail went to Youyou and took away all her sorrows and joys. The thousands of willows on the embankment could not hold back the rushing river.
Watching the spring flowers bloom and fall, the autumn wind blowing the summer moon away, the winter snows coming one after another, it's another year, she waits until people are thinner than yellow flowers.
She lit the lamp at night and looked down at Jiang Kuoyun several times. There were a few sounds of breaking geese in the clouds and how many thoughts were blown away by the west wind. She missed him and studied his ink under the lamp.
A thousand pieces of gold is the number one scholar. Waiting for him to return home in fine clothes has been waiting for another year.
Who drove the horse to cross the river? He turned around and called for a sip of wine. He asked in a low voice whose girl it was for whom the flowers and jade were left.
Eighteen years of waiting for her standing at the small ferry. Eighteen years of tenderness. He slept in Mingyue Tower.
That lonely sail went to Youyou and took away all her years. The thousands of willows on the embankment could not hold back the rushing river.
Watching the spring flowers bloom and fall, the autumn wind blowing the summer moon away, the winter snows coming one after another, another year came, she waited until the snow covered her brows
Listening to Xingmu's voice, she is still waiting in the story. The storyteller folds his fan and tells the story from the beginning. Who lowers his eyes and wets his sleeves with tears?
She walked through the willows on the embankment and the small ferry where the sun set. The scenery was still as gentle as in the past, but the river water never looked back.
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