Concubine Xiyan

At that time, she thought to herself, she was young and her clothes were thin, so how could she tell when it was cold or hot? The only thing that is imprinted in my mind, remains deep in my memory, and burned into my bones is the bloody massacre ten years ago, the sacrifice of life and death, and eternal mourning! The lonely star is broken, the remaining dreams are shaken, the face in the mirror is hard to stop talking about. A dream for ten years, several reincarnations, looking back again, the pain is still there. Later, she met, that fateful encounter on that day of that year, was it destiny or calamity? What was deeply reflected in her eyes was that in those years, the winter plum blossoms in Kyoto were still blooming, and in the flames of war in Pingzhou, those people walked into her world with a posture that was not to be missed, drinking and singing, and wielding swords and swords with pride. When you hold your hand, it is a mist and rain, and when you are talking and laughing, it is a scenery. The ancient road is dusty, the plum blossoms are folding against the moon, yesterday's style, a river of clouds and water, a wind and flower, the moon is like water, the peach blossom face, looking back in a moment, who is amazed by the time, staring secretly? As elegant as water, with white snow and red plum blossoms, whose piano and flute ensemble promises a lifetime of expectations? The mist and rain are flowing, and the sadness is like a dream. This feeling is not yet clear, and this meaning is unforgettable. The temples are high, the swords and swords are far away in the rivers and lakes, and the clouds are treacherous, but how many people can really tell who is real and who is fake? What is right and wrong? Looking back suddenly, the years are passing by, the rivers and lakes are twists and turns, and the court is undercurrent. Those who once thought they would not change are waiting for them, but can they still not regret it? Under the window, she is no longer a woman with a pure heart like the moon and a gentle woman like jade. The sky is dark, the wind and frost are full of resentment, and it is difficult to find the clear eyes that she once had. And outside of this heart, in the waning moon of the morning breeze, are you playing the flute and caressing the sword, your white clothes are better than the snow, and your smile is clear and beautiful. This article is the second part of "The Long Song of Love, Li Shang and Xi Xi". It is not a tragedy. The word "Li Shang" comes from the heroine's life experience. It is just for feelings and nothing else.