When I walked into the garden, I felt refreshed. It was a sunny day with Wan Fang.
Haitang black tea Bai Quan picturesque, swallows crow, warblers sing birds.
I don't want to pay attention to the beautiful scenery, but I'm afraid I'll meet him if I want to read the words.
Tell Qiu Ling to go to the library again. Is there a sound of reading through the screen window?
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No one in the library is exactly what I want. I happened to read the literature at this time.
If you want to read an article, but you are afraid of being caught, people will inevitably gossip when they see it.
I'm afraid Xiaolang will bring tea and rice; I am afraid that my relatives and friends will pick flowers and move the lotus;
I am also afraid of Shang Gongzi's spring outing; I'm even more afraid that my father will visit the garden.
You stand outside the door and look at people. If anyone comes, let me know.
Tell Qiu Ling to flash the library door. Qin Xuemei walked into the library in a few steps.
Xue Mei walked into the library and looked around.
I saw a picture of a girl, who seemed very young. I took a closer look and drew me.
Shang Lang misses me deeply because of his paintings, but he makes me happy and worried.
I'm worried that he misses me, and he's lazy in chanting, for fear of distracting Shanglangfu.
I am afraid that my father will see me as soon as he enters the museum, and I am even more afraid that he will take this opportunity to bring disaster again.
Tell Qiu Ling to quickly put up the picture scroll and send it to Xiulou to lock the wardrobe.
You need to turn around quickly. You need to look at people outside the library.
The little maid sent the embroidered pavilion away, and now there are many books on the console table.
On one side is the window class notes, and on the other side is a subset of classics and history.
Let go of this sage roll and I will ignore it. Let's see if his writing is poetic.
The first article is about his own ambition ... (omitted) I hate that the eunuch killed CoCo Lee and fell into loyalty.
The family is poor and it is difficult to make progress, so I accompany my father-in-law.
From now on, I will study hard, study Confucius and Mencius, read classics and read historical articles.
Next year's Laurel Festival, Jinyi will be honored to welcome Mei Niang.
Taoism has no seeds since ancient times, and people with lofty ideals should strive for self-improvement.
One day, I will get Ling Yunzhi, and I am determined to sweep away all evils and shake this platform.
Qin Xuemei's mourning drama (I)
Cry, Mr. Shang, I'll call again, Mr. Shang Langfu, alas! My husband Shang Langfu! Qin Xuemei saw Fu Ling crying loudly, hoping he wouldn't cry, my short-lived husband. I wish the married woman would sing with her husband. Who knew you would leave me before the marriage was finished? I really hope you are the number one scholar in the gold medal list, and my gentle and lovely female song will marry the number one scholar Lang.
I really look forward to wearing the rockhopper, but I didn't expect to wear mourning clothes today. Up to now, this scene is completely different, and the drawing room I expected has become a mourning hall. Shanglangfu, don't hate me. I can't die with you.
My wife is here as a memorial service now, and I wish the deceased come to the mourning hall as soon as possible. May the slave god enjoy the wine ceremony, and I will read a eulogy first.
(white)
On April 12th, 11th year of Wei Daming's Chenghua, his fiancee Qin Xuemei paid homage to the spirit of her late husband Shang Lin and said, Alas, Shang Lang! Brilliant, ambitious, the article is not inferior to Liu Han, and calligraphy is better than Su Huang. If heaven is eternal and life is not born early, why bother to go to Dangui on the moon, feast Qionglin in court, and Xue Meixing have a good marriage, and hope that husband and wife will get married as soon as possible. Who knows, the library was in trouble again for a while, and his father became angry from embarrassment and was expelled from the East Bed. Lang was ill in bed with resentment and unresolved grievances. Alas! What hope does my concubine have after you die today? I think I used to like to keep love, but it will be hurt forever. From then on, you are a dead soul, I am a widow, I hate Huang Tian mercilessly, and I complain about others. My heart is broken, my heart is lifted, my blood is shed, I float in the dust, and I linger in the spirit pool. Shanxi-
(singing)
Lord Yaxian, I hope your husband is full of energy. Give the question three times before you show it. Our husband and wife love each other. Qin Xuemei helped me carry the coffin, and my eyes filled with tears. I cried, Shang Langfu, you are so lucky. Growing up, it was a coincidence that the two of us didn't guess, and it was also a coincidence that puppy love became relatives. How unfortunate! My family suffered a disaster the next day. Often worried about going to my home to study. I'm afraid you can't eat well, I'm afraid you can't dress well, I'm afraid you're bored and unhappy. My husband, my good brother, your shadow will always be connected with my heart. My father made the mistake of driving you away and letting you go home to see Yamaraja. Shanglangfu, you died, but you suffered me and left me alone. I can't go up or down, but death is alive. Why didn't you call me when the slave's husband was dying? Why didn't you ask me to die with you and not be tortured? I think Fu Nu also read some works of sages, and I think Fu Nu also read some biographies of heroes. The ancient sages and heroes who are not displaced and bumpy are even more difficult to avoid. If all these people die like you, how can they make great contributions and achievements? You should know that death is fair to you, and you should know that death is as important to the people as Taiyue. You must know that the death of serving the country lasts for a thousand years, and you must know that the grace of defending the land lasts forever. How many narrow men are there like you? Life is like fresh water, but it's hard to let it go. Shanglang, don't think about the past and the future, don't think about me-don't think about fame and fortune, don't think about it-Jiao 'e, can you see that willow tip Chun Yan? Can you see the two magpies dancing under the eaves in winter? Can you see the mandarin duck lying by the green pond? Can you see the egrets plundering in front of Qingshan Cliff? It's a bird, and he knows he can't leave his companions. Shang Lang, once you give up, why are you still in the mood to pick up girls? Crying still makes my throat dumb, and crying husband makes me unconscious. Looking around, looking at a coffin, it's so gloomy and miserable that it's hard to live. I closed my eyes to see floods and fires, but I opened my eyes and saw monsters again. My heart is in a trance, my heart is in a daze, my husband, Shang Langfu-we can't live together, but we should also have the same points as Yuanyang.
Qin Xuemei's Mourning Drama (Ⅱ)
Shang lang! Cry, Shang Gongzi! I'll call Shanglangfu again! Hey! My husband Shang Langfu! Qin Xuemei saw Fu Ling's piercing voice and cried to Shang Gongzi, my short-lived husband. I really hope that the married woman will sing with her husband, but you will leave me before the marriage is completed. I really expect you to be the number one scholar in the gold list, and my gentle and lovely female song will marry the number one scholar Lang; I really hope it's a rockhopper gown for me, but I didn't expect to wear mourning clothes today. Up to now, this scene is completely different, and the drawing room I expected has become a mourning hall. Shang Langfu, don't hate me, don't think about me, we can't die together, and we can't be a phoenix. My wife is here as a memorial service now, and I wish the deceased come to the mourning hall as soon as possible. May Nufu enjoy the wine ceremony, and I will read a eulogy for the dead first:
On April 12th, 11th year of Wei Daming Chenghua, his fiancee Qin Xuemei offered a sacrifice to the dead husband Shang Lin's coffin:
Alas, Shang Lang! Brilliant and ambitious. The article is not as good as Liu Han, and calligraphy is better than Su Huang. If it lasts for a long time and doesn't die young, why not go to Tangui every month and have a palace banquet in Qionglin? Xue Mei is lucky to have a good couple. I hope they can become a couple as soon as possible. Who knows that there was a disaster in the library, and my father was angry and fired the East Bed. Lang was angry and ill in bed, unable to understand because of accumulated anger, and mourning because of lovesickness. Alas! You are dead, what hope do I have? I think I have loved and always loved, but I will be hurt forever. From now on, you are a dead soul, and I am a lonely frost. I hate God's ruthlessness and evil. Wen Jun's obituary broke my heart. Help the coffin, blood and tears. Sake drips and the paper is dusty. The spirit is not ignorant, and the right is worshipped by Mei Qi; You'll know when you die, and then you'll be a mandarin duck in the same pit. Alas! Shang Xiang!
Yaxianjue hopes that her husband will be full of energy, and the third offer will show our marital love. My heart is like a knife holding a coffin, I'm crying, I'm crying, Shang Langfu. You are so lucky. Growing up, it was a coincidence that the two of us got married early without guessing. Your family was devastated the next day. How unfortunate. Often worried about going to my home to study. I'm afraid you can't eat well, I'm afraid you can't dress well, I'm afraid you're bored and unhappy. My husband, my good brother, your shadow will always be connected with my heart. My father made a mistake and asked you to go home to see Yamaraja. Shang Langfu, your death made me feel sad, leaving me alone. I can't go up and down, but death is alive. Why didn't you call me when the slave's husband was dying? Why didn't you let me die with you without pain? I think Fu Nu also read some sages and nations, and I think Fu Nu also read some biographies of heroes. Heroes are even more inevitable for those ancient sages who have not been wandering and stumbling. If all these people die like you, how can they make great contributions and achievements? You know, it's worth your death. You know, death is as heavy as taiyue to the people. You know, death for your country will last for thousands of years. You know, dying to defend your country is forever. How many people are like you? Life is like fresh water, which is difficult to collect. Shang Lang, don't you want to think about my back and forth? If you don't look at fame and fortune, you won't look at Jiao E? Can you see the willow swallows in spring? Can you see the two magpies dancing under the eaves in winter? Can you see the mandarin duck lying by the green pond? Can you see the egrets plundering in front of Qingshan Cliff? It is a bird. He still knows his companions. Shang Lang, how could you have the heart to give up your sister once? Crying still makes my throat tighten, and crying husband makes me unconscious. Looking around, looking at a coffin, it's so gloomy and miserable that it's hard to live. I closed my eyes to see floods and fires, but I opened my eyes and saw monsters again. My heart is in a daze and my heart is broken. My husband, Shang Langfu, we can't be born together, we should be like Yuanyang.
"Qin Xuemei" Dad, stop being angry and sing.
Dad, don't be angry. You can calm your anger for a while.
Listen to the children explain the reasons of the library in detail.
I'm bored in Xiulou these days.
Take the maid to play in the garden.
At this time, I have thought it over and over again.
I'm afraid I accidentally ran into Shanglin.
The servant girl went to the library to inquire.
She said that Shang Gongzi went out for a spring outing.
I feel uneasy after hearing this statement.
Afraid of childe, he wasted a good time.
Take Meidochan into the library.
I just want to read Shang Lang's poems.
It's only a short time to get to the library.
Listen to the footsteps outside the door.
At this moment, I was about to run away.
That Shang Lang, he invited me to talk in the library.
If you want to go, I'm afraid you can't afford it
I'm afraid I'll lose my relationship.
The son of Shang knows etiquette, and the son knows discipline.
When we meet, we treat each other like guests.
He advised me to be filial to my parents and be effective in literature and art for Xie Daowen.
I suggested that he climb the ladder of fame and fortune.
On Poetry and calligraphy theory
No evil thoughts, no evil thoughts.
We are a loving couple.
It's husband and wife Is there anything wrong with what I said?
Dad, don't ask when you see the whole situation.
Drive that Shang childe out of the mansion.
You didn't examine the matter in detail.
My old father
Do you have the heart to hit the child?