Pei Ruoyu especially remembers the scene he saw upstairs that day. His thin body was covered with linen clothes, dragging the coffin alone, letting the rain beat on his body. In the past, the stars held the moon and flaunted the proud son of the emperor. In the past, his lofty ideals also drifted away with the wind. His pity spread all over the blue clouds. His brows were like green glaze, like the drizzle in the sky, and the rope tightened his whole back and moved forward slowly...
The sober-minded lady vs. The flamboyant and wanton son of the emperor
In the past, the young master was so high-spirited that he rode his horse down the street and laughed at the sunset.
The body of the gold-lined jade is proud, and the prosperity is full of admiration.
The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are so fast that I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
Unexpectedly, when the situation changes suddenly, the hero will shed tears at the end of his life.
Today's difficulties are endless, and the glory of the past seems like a distant dream.
A broken hat covers the face in the ancient alley, and a ragged shirt faces the cold night.
The once lofty sentiments have been blown away by the wind, and the ambition has become discouraged.
Leaning alone on the dangerous building and looking at the old scenery, I can only sigh with the twilight tide.
Purpose: redemption