The sadness of life is like a dream, with a mirror flower and a hidden moon, whether it is infatuation or sadness. A thousand years later, the flowers are gone, the water is still flowing, but the human feelings are empty.
With a wave of his delicate fingers, all the sorrows of the ages are played, and the melody is sad and ethereal for a long time. In the sky, I don't know what this means but I know how to be sad, but a drowning mandarin duck knows how to cry. The empty mountain is long gone, everything is quiet, the piano sounds like this, and the strings know this, but the players of the strings are still there. Where are the friends?
I can't help sighing that lonely men and few women live in a humble room, and the residual fire warms their dreams and the cold nights are sad. Times have changed. Where is youth and frivolity, and what is the relationship with propriety?
The cold wind disturbs people's dreams, and the last night is the hardest to rest. Fate makes people feel only because of human feelings, which makes everyone intoxicated and turbid, but no one wants to be sober. The sky is not old, I don't know human feelings, the earth is boundless, and I don't know human feelings.
A finger through the world of mortals, looking at past dreams alone, ruthless years are too hasty, and laughing at the east wind.
Laugh all the way to see the vicissitudes of life, that wisp of hair has become white hair, the painted face has been engraved with wind and frost, and human feelings remain the same. Some people laugh, some people cry. Thousands of years later, there are still people working hand in hand with * * * to watch the long flow of water.
Ask what love is in the world and teach people to live and die together!
Who wants to fight tit for tat?
Windy days
The fourth day of September. The suburb of Lin 'an. Tea and wine shop.
A line of geese walked through the clouds.
Shallow Shang stood under the ginkgo tree covered with fallen leaves, saying nothing, watching the autumn wind approaching and brushing away her broken hair and blouse. The last faint blue on the horizon disappeared, dyed deep red and faded into purple.
Liu Yin closed the door of the tea house, walked beside her, reached for a fallen leaf, crushed it and left it in her hand. Then she sighed softly: it's autumn wind.
There is an ox cart on the other side of the avenue. This is a small building.
Xiao Lou jumped out of the car and stood in front of Liu Yin, whistling happily and saying, Sister, I'm hungry.
Liu Yin smiled a little: Eat.
Xiao Lou is still a child. Although his lips are pale blue, he still has a bright smile that a child has. I didn't hear the news he saw when he was selling wine at the market while eating.
The flame of the lamp jumped in the lampshade painted with gardenias. One or two moths stumbled in from the window and fell into the lamp oil. The last dance disappeared with a bang. Shallow petticoats will cough gently, and some flushing will appear on the pale face. Liu Yin swept away the broken hair from the sideburns and said, Shallow skirt, go to bed early, your body can't stand the cool in autumn.
Shallow petticoats got up, said a few simple words, and went to the attic.
Xiao Lou suddenly asked, Elder Martial Sister, how can you take care of Sister Shao like this? Unless it's Feng Ya's brother.
Liu Yin saw his one eye, without a conversation, pick up the chopsticks.
The moon has an arc-shaped cage on the treetop, and the running water in a yard is silently broken by the shadow of flowers.
Is it because of the wind? Liu Yin's hair ends were messed up by the wind.
At the age of twelve, she walked behind him in a light blue dress in a dry and bright autumn in Luoyang. The young man's warm smile and warm palm took her into the wind with vows: life and death are harmonious; Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
The oath as old as a sword enshrined in the wind hall sticks to her little heart like the sword of water. It's just that she is no longer the girl who is moist as water and stands in his clear eyes in a light blue dress. The ups and downs in the Jianghu, the soul falling from her sword, crushed her reflection in the water, crushed her long skirt, and then, Feng Ya, who came to her senses, hugged a woman immediately.
Smile and expect; Feng Ya called her a light dress.
Shallow petticoat thin wrist in the hands of Feng Ya, her pale face has a shallow blush. Her noble and lonely eyes flow poetically, just like peony lost in the moonlight.
It was their last day in Luoyang, and the secret order was in Liu Yin's hand: Go to Lin 'an. Such hard wood will hurt Liu Yin's palm. She stayed up all night, walked in the empty courtyard, took a cold gauze lamp-no moon, no wine-to Feng Ya's house in Xingguo, and she had a meal-Feng Ya's dream: shallow skirt, don't be afraid.
Liu Yin, don't be afraid.
When he was twelve, he said the same thing. He put her sweaty hand in his palm and silently shielded her from the black wind in the night with his thin body. Every night at work, she falls asleep on his shoulder. When she wakes up, he lights her forehead: Lazy girl, let me carry you again.
At that time, I looked at his tired appearance and swore to myself that I would cross the restless rivers and lakes with him like a jiaozi. Don't curl up behind him like this, knock him down with a firm and gentle attitude. Work hard and practice your sword. Time flies in the wind. In that master duel, she was so happy that she opened his warrior sword, put her dancing wicker on his throat and said with a smile, I beat you.
You beat me.
I didn't realize until today that it was loneliness in Feng Ya's eyes.
In the autumn leaves flying all over the sky, there is always a place of separation. Feng Ya Ma Le sighed: Here it is.
He stood in front of Liu Yin, his throat moved, he hesitated for a moment and said, take care of the light clothes. Pull the horse and go. The horse galloped in the Lin 'an wind and disappeared. What is left for Liu Yin is floating clouds in the air, raised swords, and embattled.
If I didn't have a sword in my hand and the great cause of resisting gold, would I grow into the essence of the moon quietly, standing in the wind in a long skirt and smiling intently?
A pigeon landed on Liu Yin's shoulder.
Is it really irreversible, irreversible?
As soon as Liu Yin's pale fingers were released, the cicada-like paper flew down, with only such bright red words on it: broken kettle!
Broken kettle! ! !
On September 16, Xiao Lou never came back. Liu Yin sat in the doorway with his clothes on for a long time, sipping his mouth and not talking. When she came out, I took her hand and said, go home. It's cold at night. Maybe he was just playing.
Liu Yin seems to have accumulated a lot of anger and waved his arms. Shallow staggered, ginkgo tree stand firm, looking at her from a distance, don't talk.
Ginkgo trees keep falling leaves, falling like butterflies and covered with Liu Qing's clothes. The night wind started, it was freezing, and the shallow skirt suddenly coughed. Liu Yin got up and said, He's not coming back. Then he walked into the hospital with thin shoulders. Those dead leaves fell from the branches, crumpled into broken grotesque shapes in the wind and kept flying.
September 17. Attic. On that day, a strong wind blew my embroidery through the heavy curtains in my attic. Liu Yin stood beside me, silent, just smiling, watching my embroidery needle pass through plain silk stretched tightly by bamboo strips. She didn't sleep last night, and her eyes were a little tired. I can see that her smile is deliberately painted on my face for me to see, just like my rich peony is embroidered for others to see, and only the red bean in the corner is my own acacia.
I miss the wind.
Everyone told me since I was a child: I can't stubbornly like it or refuse it. You can only smile behind the hazy gauze curtain and let the dust sing everyone's style. When I was five, my mother died behind the scenes. I only remember that his slender pale fingers grabbed the snow-white sheets, then suddenly released them, slipped a radian on the edge of the carved bed and fell down. The wet nurse's fingers covered my crying and carried me away. The whole room was filled with fluttering curtains and the smell of heavy dust. The wet nurse repeatedly told me: Don't cry loudly, don't.
But for years, I tried to tell myself every time: I like Feng Ya. I like the man in white with warm hands and bright eyes. I like that he held out his hand in front of me and said, Come with me in the dark and dry night!
He took me to Luoyang, a city with warm colors.
He took me to see Liu Yin.
I looked up at Liu Yin. She stood at the window with her back to me. The dim skylight penetrated from behind the sinking clouds, lining her thin face. I can't see this woman clearly-I've never seen this woman clearly, and I can't see the deep light in her eyes. I only know that she and Feng Ya are completing a task together and what she is waiting for, but I don't know the whole process of this waiting. I just sat in my attic, embroidered with flowers that never fade, and sewed with delicate red beans on the corners of silk to form my acacia. All other things, Liu Yin has arranged for me, just like Xiaoyu arranged for me in the past.
But these days, Liu Yin began to get restless.
This is the end of the wait, or the real beginning of the story.
It is raining outside the window. Isn't the rainy season over
Xiao Lou
I hardly recognized him when I saw the small building. Which child's innocent face was painted with countless knife marks. No, every inch of my skin was turned upside down and I was bleeding. Those bright blood dripped from the small building, flowed through the broken green slate and diluted into light red in the rain.
Liu Yin leaned over, deadpan. She looked at Xiao Lou's face and closed her eyes. I saw her hand shaking, only slightly, and then took his hand and broke it off. There seems to be something in his hand. Then she stood up, looked up at the pale branches of the ginkgo tree, and said, report to the authorities that the body of a strange man was found and it was suspected to be a wanted man.
I didn't speak. I can't speak. Is God kidding me?
This is not Feng Ya's sword, but Feng Tang's.
Liu Yin leaned against the door of the wine cellar, looking tired and smiling at my sword light like water. I started up and looked back, surprised to see this elusive woman, eyes more and more sharp-this woman betrayed DaSong, she actually changed it to Qin! A quarter of an hour ago, the flattering smile on her face had not completely dispersed, and she appeared at the door of this wine cellar again.
I want to hate this woman-her betrayal will kill Feng Ya.
It's just that when I faced her, the faint smile on her face made me at a loss.
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Even with the help of ants, I will work hard for Feng Ya.
The cold sword brushed Liu Yin's thin shoulder flatly, and the yellow gauze lamp in her hand trembled and burned quietly.
Deep red blood flowed down the slightly blue blade. Liu Yin slowly leaned over and knelt down, and the broken hair at the sideburns covered the corner of her eyes. It was called flashing light, and I couldn't see her face clearly. Silence.
She suddenly said, Princess, please let my daughter know.
My sword hand stopped in mid-air, and as soon as I released it, the sword suddenly fell.
I am a princess; Princess light dress; Princess Chiayi is shallow; Princess Chiayi of the subjugated Song Dynasty is shallow.
When I was very young, someone kept telling me: You are the princess of Dasong, and you are different from others.
Yes, I am different from others. Surrounded by pearls and jade, well dressed, but lonely and crying behind the unknown rockery. My mother is a beautiful but pale woman. She always sits at the closed window and watches the lost skylight seep from the window lattice carved with flying dragons and dissipate again. From time to time, she gently coughs up blood and dyes the white handkerchief embroidered with plain blue. Suddenly one day she disappeared, and those windowsills and tables and chairs were covered with snow-white lists, and then covered with dust with my memory.
And father, father emperor, is a distant concept.
So far away.
At the New Year's party, I can only look up at the slightly tired middle-aged man, wrapped in a spacious and graceful robe, leaning on the Zi Long couch and sipping the wine presented by the beautiful women on both sides. This inconvenient prospect made me ignore the traces of time. It seems that year after year, my father always sings and dances in constant luxury, forever.
How far is forever?
Kaifeng city was finally broken.
He was ten years older that day.
We were driven to the main hall, where many swords and golden figures stood where countless palace moths had stood. Those luxurious incense burners were knocked to the ground, and many musical instruments were scattered on the dirty carpet. Along the way, many bodies were found, mostly young guards and maids. The smell of blood in the air overwhelmed me.
I saw the cardinal, Princess Hui's personal maid.
She used to be so happy to help me push the swing, and her bright eyes were the joy of swallows cutting spring water. His lips are always slightly tilted, as if he were angry, but he always smiles happily, and some grass-woven rabbits and flower baskets come out from behind. However, that day, she lay quietly on the ground. The torn pink palace Shimada Hanzo was on her, and a dagger pierced her abdomen. Blood continued to flow out and dyed the green flag red. The wind blew, and her long hair fluttered into beautiful dance steps.
I tried to close my eyes for her, but I touched her sad eyes and ran away in a panic.
Liu Yin picked up the sword, hesitated, and walked into the depths of the wine cellar. She took a deep breath and cut the knot with her sword. Dark red flags rolled with countless flying dust and poured down.
Dafengtang
I've heard of Dafeng Hall.
When Xiaoyu once mentioned this name to me, she briefly raised her eyebrows and said that the windy hall is full of good men.
Xiaoyu is the best pianist in the Song and Dance Palace, but she hates those sad songs. She always uses various methods to inquire about the latest war situation and rumors of the Jianghu Wind Hall, and then sits in front of the piano frame with a frown and plays a tune or two. The pianist who has been strung on the strings constantly vibrates, stirring the sadness in the air. Sometimes she will happily hold the sword decorated on the wall and proudly say: Dafengtang won the golden dog again.
Golden dog!
I still remember that day, Xiaoyu was forced to play the piano for the Golden Man. She is barefoot. She passed the whole royal family on the cold stone steps, nodded and smiled, and her bright forehead flashed in everyone's stunned eyes-a maid can be so proud. She took the guqin handed by the nomads from the army and touched it. The crack cut through everyone's eyes. The rope broke, and she held a small dagger in her left hand, and blood gurgled from her right wrist.
Golden dog! I was not born a man. I can't go into the windy hall to fight against foreign enemies, and it's not like playing the piano for a group of dogs!
Xiao Yu didn't die like this.
There were too many famous doctors in the Song Dynasty. Xiaoyu's wrist was drugged and tied with snow-white Zi Ling. Then he was tied to the post outside the attack, bled a little, and died three days later. From then on, in my dream, there was always a girl who looked up, her face turned to the sky, her eyebrows slightly raised, and her mouth turned up, saying, Dafengtang are all good men.
Her white skirt was blown by the wind, dancing like a butterfly, and then spilled blood from somewhere. ...
In the days since then, I have been living in nightmares and panic, being escorted out of Beijing and taken to Dadu, full of foul language and obscene eyes of nomads from the army. The only thing that ignites my hope in life is the Zongdashuai and the Eight-character Army in Shenfengtang and Xiaoyu's mouth.
Jinbing said that people in Dafeng Hall are blue-faced and fangs, blowing their wings and breathing fire, and they can conjure sharp blades from the palm of their hands.
I never knew that Liu Yin and Feng Ya were the people in the legendary gale hall. They are all people who live in peace with me, and their abilities are not obvious. I still remember the first time Feng Ya appeared in front of me: a semi-old white shirt washed yellow. The fire outside the window lit up his handsome face, holding a sword in one hand and reaching out to me in the other, saying, Come with me.
In the dark sky, the light of his white shirt rubbed my eyes, and in an instant, my life faded from the luxurious but lifeless color. Bright and indifferent. The wind took me out of the closed cage, and the swords and shadows behind me intertwined into a bright and noisy picture. Lying in the fresh breath of the wind, I thought I had escaped from that dull and decadent life-I was no longer Princess Jia Yi of Dasong, but a shallow woman.
Feng Ya's eyes are smiling, smiling, and her eyes are expecting.
Wearing a plain cloth skirt, she kept embroidering a shallow skirt of acacia and red beans in the bright sunshine.
But I was wrong. I didn't lose that heavy title. Liu Yin threw herself at my feet and said, "Princess, please let my daughter know.
At that moment, my simple happiness, like the broken silver letter leaves in the wind, was scattered all over the world. Dafeng Tang saved me because they thought I was a princess, and they respected me because I was a princess. I heard Xiaoyu's voice laughing at me strangely in my ear. I'm still a little calm. Maybe what I did for parliament was to hide my tears: what do you want me to do?
"Princess."
"Because the financial and material resources of Dafengtang have almost dried up over the years, I originally wanted to convene a rebel army in your name, but Dafengtang has never been able to do so."
"Princess, do you know Xingtian? Knowing that you can't win, you destroy yourself for the first world war. This is what Master told us. Stabbing Qin, this is the last and last thing that Dafengtang did to resist gold. " "Feng Ya and I were raised as killers when we were young. When we were selected from a large group of children, we were destined to be undertaker of Feng Tang. "
"And this time Fengya, Fengya is going to complete the nirvana of Dafeng Hall as a dead person."
"Princess, I'm sorry, we've been lying to you."
"Seventy-six disciples of Gail Hall instigated the assassination of Qin Gui for twelve times, and each time they were doomed to failure, because they were doomed to die of Feng Ya's sword, which approached Qin Gui little by little to complete the final infallible assassination. The last time was on the fifth day of September, and my master also participated. All, all the people in Dafeng Hall died in that battle, except Feng Ya and me, hehe, and Xiao Lou. "
"After that action, Qin Gui will marry his daughter to Feng Ya. September 16, of course, at the banquet, it should be time for Feng Ya to make a move. "
"Qin Gui is not dead. The small building sent to help Feng Ya died, and he died under the sword of Fenghua. "
I froze.
Everything in front of me was blurred, as if the wind had passed through the wine cellar, rolled everything up and flew, and then suddenly it was dark.
When I woke up, the sun filled the whole room, and the bright light reflected red beans on them through the unfinished embroidery. Liu Yin fell asleep at the window, and her tight sideburns were always slack. Some of her hair was wet with tears oozing from the corner of her eyes, sticking to her thin cheeks, glowing golden in the sun, and the wound on her neck was wrapped in medicine. It turns out that this seemingly hard woman who knows everything is actually such a thin shoulder.
She woke up.
Looking up, the sun hooked a pride on her nose-the willow sound of high heart resumed. She brushed her hair and leaned down and said, Princess.
I helped her up and said, I'm not a princess anymore. I am a shallow dress. Would you like to be my sister?
Liu Yin smiled slightly, shook his head gently and smiled brightly.
Many years later, I still remember that day, the woman's smile, some messy hair was golden in the sun, her forehead was smooth and her teeth were moist. Between that smile, her cold pride and strength melted and melted into her charm.
She said, I want to do my own thing.
After a long time, the story ended like this.
I brew my wine a little outside Lin 'an, and sometimes I have a drink or two in the old flag of Dafeng Hall. Waiting for Liu Yin to come back one day. Feng Ya married Qin Gui's daughter Qian Mian.
Outside the window, ginkgo leaves are dancing in the wind, and a butterfly is floating around the room, covered with unfinished embroidery and red beans. Autumn wind is so clear, walking through the cloudy scenery, ignoring the water mark left by time in my eyes.
Prime minister's office. I shouldn't have shown him that sword.
He held the sword for a long time without saying a word, as if remembering something. Then, one day, he called a woman's name in his dream: Liu Yin.
That day, a woman inexplicably challenged him. Thin but pale and beautiful face, smooth forehead, clear eyes and wheels-anyone can see the pride in her eyes-tight sideburns, neck wounds, persistent sword standing in the hunting wind, blue shirt swaying.
Feng Ya went to war.
He was hurt, badly. The woman's sword is still on his chest. The doctor said: if you lose an inch, you will hurt your heart.
It's okay. It's an inch short.
But the other day I found out that the sword was actually called: dancing willow. And Feng Ya's sword is called Return Air, with male and female double swords.
This is his old story, right? It's his old ... woman.
I have been a timid child since I was a child. When I dragged my long skirt through those carved columns and painted buildings, I heard many invisible voices sobbing in the shadow of beautiful houses. They emanate from flowers with sad and lonely faces.
I will have many servants.
Make a hullabaloo about, make a hullabaloo about, just because I'm afraid-until the wind comes.
He appeared in many people, with yellow and white clothes rolled up by the wind, bright eyes, clear smile and bright voice. Many, many news spread from door to door, such as: Feng Ya saved the Prime Minister; Feng Ya helped the Prime Minister to do a great thing about the Great Wind Hall. Feng Ya was promoted to guard; ……
But he's still not my career.
Outside my life, he sat in the breeze of sunset, counted the leaves of Ginkgo biloba leaves, and drew words on the ground with slender fingers, "Wind, willow sound, shallow ... then paused and looked up at the geese flying by." Until the fifth day of September that year-a huge assassination.
Rivers of blood.
Feng Ya was carried into the building and lost consciousness.
The doctor said you had a head injury, so you may not remember the past.
From then on, he became my career.
I shouldn't have shown her that sword. He called to me in his dream: Liu Yin.
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