The Years I Was a Royal Cat in the Palace

What does the life of a concubine in the harem look like in the eyes of a cat? Is it intrigue and intrigue? No, not so The girl holding me while studying under the bright sunshine, the words "Peaceful country and people" are vividly written on the paper, and the "broad sea and sky" hidden deep in my heart, the embroidery in the box reflects the face of an old friend; The wicker made of brushes in the courtyard, the favorite snacks of the Sixth Palace, the paper kites flying in the air... When all the past came to mind, I realized that I had wasted my whole life in the red wall. It's just that a cat can't live beyond the age of ten years, and I have never thought about how many life and death separations I have to go through in the past ten years. Maybe I had already made a mistake when I planned to enter the palace. Shen Guiren died silently. Only then did I know what "a person dies, just like a drop of water melting into the sea"; Empress Dong was forced into the palace, Jiang Ronghua couldn't help herself, and the person who couldn't let go for a long time could be the same person who was the most ruthless; The unsigned collection of poems in the cold palace, the sword folded in the backyard, the unfinished snacks and the "Book of Beauty" that could not be sent out of the palace... Their figures appeared in front of me again and again, and left me again and again. An understatement in the history books eventually became a magnificent life in my eyes. When I was dying, I seemed to see many new cats surrounding me under the palace wall, some seeing clearly, some invisible, some lively and steady... But all of them are old friends whose voices and faces are still there. "The birds chirp and the flowers welcome spring, and the snow in the palace buries people." "Half a lifetime has passed since the dream of the red wall. Looking back, there is nothing left to write on the monument."