This article is a continuation of the first
He told her that he was born in the season when Du Ruo flowers bloom.
Lilac flower
That's Du Ruo!
It is a flower that combines beauty and pain!
But in her eyes, she could only see the mausoleum in the east of Xianyang City. There was no Du Ruohua, but only endless vines and vines, which were lonely and desolate.
"You are not allowed to die! Do you hear me?" That short three-step distance was actually thousands of miles across the river, and he could no longer move a step.
The scabies all over her body were filled with pus and erosion. Everyone said there was no cure, but she understood that it was just a poison.
It poisoned his body and her heart
The hatred that has been carried for many years is like a crescent moon in the water, and it will break at the touch. The regret in the bones will not be able to save the life that is about to pass away.
Only now do I understand that the moment I am tempted, it is endless pain and struggle.
Gu Wan betrayed his heart a long time ago. The moment he jumped into the cliff, he held her and fell into the endless abyss.
If we miss the origins of a lifetime, how can we have an everlasting covenant? It's just a lonely grave in the Du Ruohua. At this moment, the brightly colored flowers on the grave deeply hurt my heart. It is only now that I am far away that I realize how much numbing lovesickness and pain it brings.
Can the eyes that have been blinded by crying for a long time be able to see again the sound of the flute played in white clothes under the moon, and the faint glass in the palm of the hand?
Close your eyes, the past is like smoke, and the scenes of the past seem to have been staged yesterday. The faint warmth of Xiang Fei's bamboo in the hand is still there, but the flute player is far away in the world. Liu Heng, how wonderful it would be if life were just like the first time we met...
At the end of summer, fireflies gather together and listen to the sound of flutes on a moonlit night
Who is playing the flute under the moon, missing you in your white clothes?
Will I still think of the white clothes, the moonlit night, the lotus pond, and the sound of the flute many years later?
After a thousand twists and turns, I thought my heart was finally filled with dust, but it turns out that I personally destroyed that thing called happiness. In this life, I have failed you, and in the next life, I will pay you back...
Han Palace, Weiyang... Her hazy fireworks dream
