Luo Zidai condenses the frost in the mirror, and Tan Lang paints the makeup with sorrow.
The green hair is full of gold and the steps are swaying, but I don't dare to test the sword in the court.
The hairpin is broken, the temples are raised, and the cocoon is busy in the pile of rouge.
Thousands of expressions turn into blood on the blade, and thousands of makeups turn into frost on the temples.
Xiu Dao's daughter is so tactful, her eyebrows have broken the heart of a tiger or a wolf.
On the needle, the ink marks are fragrant, and the softness and strength can be seen in the broken parts of the mountains and rivers.
If he was a teacher of Qing Shi Ji when he was young, he would write about flying geese instead of red makeup.
Everyone in the world thinks that women are like lotuses. Born in the mud, they should have low eyebrows and flatter eyes. But they don't know that the most intense fire is hidden in the painful place of the lotus heart. When the mirror is broken and the hairpin is broken, the thousands of petals of red silk are used as blades to pierce the long night. Recorded in this collection, there are thousands of stories of 'she' breaking off the golden strands and fluttering her wings into the wind in the pile of rouge, deep in the code, and in the cracks of history books.
Concept: Female awakening: breaking the cocoon and breaking the hairpin, soft bones forging sharp edges