"The officials are eight feet tall, and the trees are made of locust trees; the scholars are four feet tall, and the trees are made of locust trees; the common people have no graves, and the trees are made of willows."
From the Spring and Autumn Period "Han Wenjia"
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In Sang Mi's dream, he called himself "Dafu Heng".
There should have been his tomb under the tree, but it was only full of willow branches.
Xie Heng originally thought that Luan Shu was a luxury he would never have again.
The little girl he met by chance drew a picture of autumn and cold trees in his palm.
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Watch the tide, release sky lanterns, hide and rejoice
There was a lot of noise at the entrance to the market, and officers and soldiers were shouting.
Sang Mi stared blankly at the crow-colored figure kneeling on the high platform.
The executioner's sword is flashing silver, the moon is hanging in flames and the figures are intertwined.
Her trembling hands gently covered Sang Mi's wet red eyes.
Sang Mi obeyed and closed her eyes, holding tightly the corner of the man next to her with her right hand.
The girl who hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly turned around and hugged him
"Ah Luan, I will save you and let your grave be filled with fruit and flowers."
After saying it, it didn't feel like human words, and the color of the already red cheeks became a little darker.
There was a pool of blood on the execution platform, and the man did not respond for a long time.
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The eldest son in Gaomenli, who reads books from sages, is always painting in his room.
On the drawing paper, there is a girl under the Luan tree, smiling widely.
One day, the drizzle under the corridor opened up the pen and ink
Doctor Xie, who was always gentle and quiet, gave many orders to his servants.
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"Do you regret it? It was for a weird dream."
"He is willing to make the same mistakes for me, and I dare to leave my hometown."
The countercurrent of time and space is raging, and we slowly close our eyes in the torrent of three thousand years, feeling lost.
The moon shines thousands of miles away, and Luan's shadow is blurry. We meet and know each other, and we send messages to each other.
Tips:
1. There are many private devices and it is difficult to verify
2. SC／HE
3.9.12 Written document, 9.29 Revised and issued, 10.2 Outline kept on file
Concept: Love is a moment in a big dream