Like a Flying Dragon Stepping on the Snow

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I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.

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The emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He couldn't get it from Yu Yu for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her. It's hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the beauty of the Sixth Palace is colorless. Bathing in the Huaqing Pool in the cold spring, the hot spring water washes away the fat. The waiter lifts up the fragile girl, which is the beginning of new grace. The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is rising. From now on, the king will not go to court early. Cheng Huan has no leisure time to serve the banquet, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all. The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious. This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as a boy but to be reborn as a girl. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king is not satisfied with it all day long. Yuyang's flying dragon stirred the ground and shocked the colorful feathers. Smoke and dust are rising from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses are traveling southwest. The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse. No one can collect the flowers and flowers on the land, and scratch their heads with green buds and jade. The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, he saw blood and tears flowing. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion. There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dim and the sun is thin. The waters of the Shu River are green and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the heartbreaking sound of bells in the rainy night. The world spins back to Long Yu, hesitating and unable to go. In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yu Yan died. The monarch and his ministers take care of each other and wear their clothes, and look east to the capital to return home. After returning, the ponds and gardens are still the same, with Taiye hibiscus and young willows. The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this. The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away. The disciples in the Liyuan are new with white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in the Jiaofang is old. In the evening, the fireflies in the palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamps are all lit up before they can fall asleep. The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold. After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep. Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's repeated thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like lightning, ascending to heaven and earth to seek for everything. The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the ethereal place. The exquisite pavilion has five clouds rising, and there are many fairies in it. There is a character named Tai Zhen, with snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and turn to Xiaoyu to report a double success. Hearing that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in the Jiuhua tent is frightened. Wearing clothes and pushing pillows, I wandered around, and the bead foil silver screen meandered open. The clouds on the temples are half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crowns are not neat when they come out of the hall. The wind blows the fairy's sleeves fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers. The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague. Love is endless in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace. Looking back and looking down at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist. I will send old things to express my deep affection, and send my hairpin to the future. One strand of the hairpin is left to form a fan, and the gold hairpin is broken into pieces. But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet each other. I sent my farewell message again with great sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night. I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually end, and this hatred will last forever.