Looking for the bright moonlight, I looked into the wing. Carved ebony tables and chairs are carefully carved with different patterns, and there is a delicate and gentle feeling belonging to my daughter's home everywhere.
Near the bamboo window, there are some rice paper on the rosewood table and some writing brushes on the inkstone. There are several chrysanthemums in bud on the rice paper, and the delicate brushwork all implies the talent of its owner.
Look, who is sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the flowers falling on the curtains after the season? Soft whispers, rustling sighs, gurgling acacia, charming rouge and enchanting youth? Listen, who is playing the sad chord in the world of mortals? Who is it, intoxicated in the misty rain and the world of mortals, intoxicated in the romantic world, rippling with past life attachment?
She! Proud and clear, fragrant with autumn dew. Pale eyebrows are like autumn water, and jade muscles follow the breeze. Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty, and the water temple is fragrant.
By the quiet moonlight, she picked up the guzheng and slowly fiddled with the thin strings. She believes in playing with her hands, calm and elegant, and notes come out from the tip of the paper.
Voice, or touching and sad, or tinkling spring water, or ringing bell. Such as the gurgling water under the bridge, Gu Hongfei's outdated clear cries, a euphemistic sigh, a faint orchid quietly blooms in this tearful night sky, just like the profusion of a lilac tree.
The sound is endless. Money complains that the night is long and considerate. A little tear until dawn.
I seem to remember my first acquaintance with him. At that time, she was just tired of the struggle between the government and the family. With her father's love, she lives alone in the valley, ignoring worldly troubles. At that time, she was just a little lonely and had not fallen in love with him.
What was it like at that time, an empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening. The weather is sunny, breezy and sunny. She went down the mountain alone and played the piano in the bamboo pavilion.
Zhao Hui overflowed the valley with mist, and a burst of piano music flowed gently like a milky mist mountain spring. The fog wrapped the piano music, and the piano music bleached the fog. At this time, there is only this piano music and this mist in the valley. In the faint milky fog on the hillside, a plain clothes woman is gently caressing the piano. The fog is misty with the sound of the piano, and the sound of the piano is wrapped in the fog, just like the sound of nature drifting away and drifting away gently. ...
This is the first time she has seen Moran. I don't know, but it disappeared. In this way, the unforgettable lovesickness will hurt.
A melody rustles, the joys and sorrows of the world have a faint sense of vicissitudes, and the sleeves are full of fragrance, which makes the secular feelings disappear without a trace. It dances through its fingers and falls into a prosperous life.
Looking back suddenly, I dreamt in a daze and dedicated my life to tenderness and poetry. This is the first time she has met him, and countless reunions have made her dizzy.
"Girl, this piano is very good, the timbre is long, and it takes three days to play. Like a mountain spring, like a bell. " The ethereal sound reminds people of orchids in the valley, and the ancient sound seems to be on the occasion of the wind in colorful clouds. A handsome on her praised.
"That's ridiculous. Yuner thanked the son here. "
His eyes meet, as if the world were still at this moment. His eyebrows are like ink painting, and they are similar to Yushu in Lan Zhi. Her eyebrows were fixed by beads, and she was naive when selling lead.
"Girl, can you dance? The weather is really nice. I blow a girl, but let me keep a white deer on my green slope. "
Her dance is graceful as a fairy, light as a cloud out of a hole, and like a weak willow with a beautiful woman. Can be like spring flowers, bright as autumn moon.
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. Fading away, light wine color, low desire for love.
Her dance, if the sun rises in the morning glow, burns like a rainbow in the canal. His flute is beautiful and lingering, and I don't know who I miss.
At the end of the dance, she blushed slightly, her cheeks flushed and her cheeks rippled with laughter.
She thought it over, such a beautiful son as jade is the person he is looking for in his life. She will go back and tell her father that she likes him, that she will add fragrance to his hands, make the bed and fold the quilt, and that she will make him thrush for himself all his life.
"Girl, thank you. I am just in a bad mood today. I'm here to play, so I want to say goodbye. I'll come to see you another day. "
"Dare to ask childe, name is who? ..................................................................................................................................................................................
Mo Yu
She knew it was impossible to see him in this secluded valley, so she turned around with a faint smile on her lips.
"Dad, my daughter has something to ask you." She took her father's sleeve and said sweetly.
"You are spoiled by your father, so you don't stay in your villa. How can you have time to see me, a bad old man? " He said, touching his white beard and looking at his daughter.
"No, dad, I'm not back? Dad, do you think if I have someone I like, dad will agree? " She shook her father's arm.
"Hum, which boy is it? I have to break his leg. "
"Dad ..."
"His name is Mo Yu."
"Nonsense, do you know who he is? It's a boring report in name only. As soon as he entered the palace, he was as deep as the sea. Who do you like is not good, but you like him. "
"But ... my daughter just likes it." Tears gathered in Ying Ying. "When my mother left, she also said that the cloud can only be happy if she finds someone she likes."
"No, dad would never agree to it. You should think behind closed doors. " Say that finish, adjusted her sleeves.
"Dad" she got angry and chopped off her feet. Ah, ah, I threw a bunch of things.
The door of the wing was locked and she couldn't go anywhere. Is she wrong? Intermittent people brought food and she didn't eat it. Yes, she wants to go on a hunger strike. For three days in a row, dad didn't come to see her, and it was another long night. All she knows is lovesickness.
When Wang left home, pear flower falls visited the quadrangle. He sat quietly in front of the court, sipping tea. He remembered the woman he met in the valley.
Flying flowers are floating, dresses are dancing, and how many feelings are flying. Sleeves are flowing, fingers are condensed and clear water is floating.
Her dancing is very similar to her, and the piano is not inferior to her at all. But so what? Just like it. She clearly knows that she and the imperial capital Beijing are also childhood friends, lovers, lovesickness and bitterness.
"Your report, the emperor declared you a saint in the palace."
He gave a wry smile. What should come will come eventually.
Above the palace, four eyes looked at him, as wise as he was. How could he not understand that in the depths of the royal family, only the emperor's ability is always there, and brothers, friends and brothers are just for others to see.
"My brother, commanding and brilliant, is still unmarried. Now there is a woman in the Prime Minister's mansion, whose maiden name is Yun, her skin is soft, her teeth are like rhinoceros, and she flies with a cicada's head and looks forward to it. How about I marry you? "
"There is indeed a person who is beautiful, young and graceful, and his brother listens to Brother B."
I hope so. It will ensure that she is less dangerous in the harem. After that, as soon as we met, things changed.
For a time, the capital was famous all over the world, and the first daughter of the Hunan government and the report were accused of getting married. It's a perfect couple.
Three days later, he paved the floor and married her in ten miles.
She wants to be a bride, and she is ecstatic. The red skirt is tender and the pear blossoms are tender and fragrant. Laugh in the dream, but your eyes are broken; Jade wrist is born, fragrant sweat is soaked in red yarn.
The east wind sends, the clouds greet, and there is a silver hairpin and a gold bead screen. Pour sake, add red candle, beautiful and graceful, beautiful makeup, carmine, heavy makeup, peach blossom withering, burning its splendor.
The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house. She married him, and she thought she had solved the lovesickness. She doesn't know that this is another endless lovesickness.
Take a look at each other, and the mountains and rivers will flow into this life. Purple butterflies are flying in the clouds, and the clouds are flying. Don't be afraid of tears, Wan Li Chun. If autumn fragrance lingers, who can ask? I like to watch fishing outside the cold sea.
The red candle has burned out, and he is still coming. Lotus tears dew vanilla smile, beauty Ying Ying smile, as if the horizon bright stars, all day long worry about gathering eyebrow peak, thousands of crying marks, ten thousand crying marks, see the sky at dusk, walk and sit, but it is carmine?
It's late at night, and I'm the only one, waiting for Iraqis, and I'm lovesick and sleepless. Yuehua meets Nagato Hall, so don't worry about the palace.
Jill, I'm laughing. Very sad and helpless. It's resentment and melancholy. More telling. Where will the king rest tonight?
The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the dark star gradually disappears, which comforts the heart for a lifetime. Pale paper and sharp nib have helped me to be displaced all my life. Walking on a song, smiling again and again, a cloud, a gust of wind, a star, January, a piece of paper, a pen, a person, a world, facing the bustling world, I woke up, leaving only sadness, and I haven't spoken for a long time. Who is with whom in the world is sad.
So you don't love me, then why did you marry me again? Empty negative I miss this!
Drunk and blue silk, easy to cry and red makeup.
Cocktail under the crown is not a cardiologist.
Jade is burned, and my heart regrets chess robbery.
There are trees and branches on the mountain, and those who like themselves are tolerant, while those who are unhappy are tolerant.
Acacia is exquisite, but it eats the heart.
In the song of Huan Sha, Ying Ying is merciful.
I stayed in the middle of the month but didn't dance for you.
A heartless person is better than a princess.
Life is not double, empty bear xiaoxiang tears.
I've been on the bridge and don't want to talk to you.
Childhood friends wither, and tears flow into the air.
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