When she first met him, she was sixteen years old, enjoying herself in the garden, just like a beautiful age, shy and timid.
She followed him for six years, fighting with each other and fighting with war drums, which mistakenly seemed like her good relationship was over and her youth was far away.
When she married him, the luan bird climbed the branches, and under the phoenix crown, she harbored resentment.
She doesn't fall in love, she chooses all the famous gods and immortals, and she doesn't envy the mandarin ducks who become immortals.
She didn't want to, the green land and mountains, how many lofty sentiments and ambitions could not be filled, so she could endure and sleep for a while.
She was unwilling to give in and settled in front of the king.
She deceived the country and killed the king, achieving great things in heaven and earth, but she ended up in deep self-pity.
She only thought of the splendor of three lives, not because of dreams, but because it was unpredictable, and she could only wait for it. She sang softly in front of the tomb: I will be your beautiful wife like a flower, and the years will pass by...