Half-Life Lotus

Ritual soul When the ceremony is completed, drums are played, when the ballet is passed down, the dance is performed, and when the servant girls advocate the appearance and appearance. There are cranes sleeping peacefully on the moss-covered stones, and crows are wet and perched on the plane trees beside the well. The maid carried and spread out the brocade quilt embroidered with plain flowers. The beauty, who was leaning on the threshold, walked back into the house and took off the hairpin with purple jade flowers on her head. Nongyu's smaller body was trembling a little at this time. Under the illumination of the moonlight, she looked so lonely and helpless. It was really a dream of Zhulou, full of resentment, everything was in vain! "How many courtyards are covered with fallen flowers? Whose curtains are stained with catkins? From the south to the north of the Yangtze River, the same evening scenery is the same, with catkins flying all over the sky, every inch of sorrow, wandering tourists, full of emotions... Who to dance with, straight to the ninth heaven..." The weather is bleak, the moonlight is mottled, the weather is getting colder, and the woman who is thousands of miles away from home sings sadly alone, looking at her hometown in the distance, where are you? The mountains are high and the roads are far away, and the flowing water is long. What shines on the beautiful woman is the bright moonlight. It seems that the eternal night is devouring all living things, but from time to time there is a trace of uneasy restlessness, and a faint light is faintly beating in the depths of the darkness, and the breath of life seems to be scattered inadvertently. Time passes by my fingertips minute by minute. I don't know how much time has passed. I don't know if this place has been abandoned by time. I don't know if the existence of God will awaken the loneliness that has been sleeping for so long. As my thoughts drifted away, I saw the distant Prince's Mansion. The fragrance of orchids, as strong as the fragrance of fern, filled the courtyard filled with the setting sun. The fragrance of rhododendron wafted over the small pond reflected in the bright moonlight. The breeze carrying the fragrance of jade wafts drifted from the paths in Langyuan, and the waxing moon decorated the tiled red walls of the childhood courtyard with the thoughts lingering on the moonlight. Suddenly, I remembered the poem "Cardamom Tips", and slept peacefully under the ivy frame, and even my dreams were fragrant. This is also fate. Born in an emperor's family, it is an ending that can never be escaped or far away. It seems like a blood curse cast by ancient warlocks using their souls to sacrifice their souls to the royal family, generation after generation. I saw that Nongyu was dressed in white and looked like a direct immortal. There was a maturity and calmness between her eyebrows that did not match her age. Coupled with Prince Ji's efforts to cultivate her, she was even more loyal to Nongyu. "Seniors, don't be so restrained. I am a junior. From now on, seniors, just call me Nongyu." This means she is no longer blind, or always immersed in memories and unable to extricate herself. This will be a good start.