A cup of sad spring wine in Linxuan, tomorrow the pond will be green.
Three hundred years of romance in Ping'an Capital, with flower banquets in high-rise buildings and orioles singing in spring, are now coming to an end.
At the age of twenty-six, Zhijia became the most important minister in the imperial court. Looking back on his life, he felt that he had seen all the most beautiful flowers and moons at the age of fourteen.
At that time, he was following his elegant elder brother and saw the eldest son of Sheguan, who was as elegant as the pale moon in the sky. He also bid farewell to the frivolous and lonely Wang Sun and sang him a song about cherry blossoms. When he returned home, his young wife's sleeves covered his shoulders, as soft as a butterfly falling gently in March.
Spring is coming to an end tomorrow, and the Pure Land is out of reach. Let's take advantage of this night to enjoy the flowers.
*This article is an fiction with historical reference. The background is the late Heian period in Japan, which is approximately equivalent to the early twelfth century at the turn of the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties. Try to avoid historical allusions after this period. Specific characters and events are fictitious.
Concept: The beauty that disappears will eventually be remembered by someone