Who is the first gentle, with flowing eyes, such as water. Bound the emperor's attachment, abandoned other beautiful women and doted on him.
Who is the peerless song and dance that darkens the moonlight and is independent? Amazing guests and friends present here, sensual.
The beautiful face will not be submerged by the world of mortals, and one day it will bloom with dazzling light and achieve a touching love.
However, no amount of time and lingering, no amount of indulgence and joy, no amount of love and gifts can stop the sadness of Jin Ge Tiema. Those days and nights on Mount Li, the beautiful scenery of Huaqingchi, ended at the beginning of the army. Colorful feather clothes suddenly broke in Yuyang.
Clubs chasing behind, people accompanying the dead.
Beauty confuses the monarch, enjoys exclusive love, defeats chaos, and cannot stay.
The white silk on the ponytail slope, wrapped around the slender white jade neck, shook the ground with flowers and hurt an emperor's heart.
What a perfect love, the woman who is as proficient in melody and good at dancing as herself, the woman who works hard every night, the gentle and considerate woman, died in front of her. So what if you are the emperor? Even the woman you like can't be saved, and even the love of ordinary people can't be found. It was supposed to be a beautiful love, but it turned into a sad song.
When Tang rode back, his heart was bleeding and his eyes were crying. What kind of sadness can be silent and become a force to suppress the rebels and recover the lost city.
Empty regrets.
The sunshine and mountains in Emei and the clear mountains and clear waters in Sichuan are no longer in the mood to enjoy. Seeing the moon is also sad, and smelling the rain is like heartbroken. A year later, when I met Ma Yipo again, Longji dismounted and rushed to the grave, leaving only a sachet in the hole. The past rolled like a river and flooded into my mind. Walking on maloney, strolling back to Chang 'an with the horse.
From the moment he stepped into the palace gate, Longji fell into memories. Huaqingchi is still clear, and there seems to be a residual temperature of jade grease. The lotus in Taiye Pool is just right, the willows are not in the middle, but no one is smiling on the shore. Is hibiscus as delicate as her face and willow as curved as her eyebrows? All this, how can we make Longji not sad?
Fingers touched the railing, the palace as far as the eye can see, and scenes of fresh past firmly grasped Longji's heart and convulsed.
After his abdication, Longji was placed in Taiji Palace and Xingqing Palace, as well as the Liyuan class he personally taught, accompanied by eunuchs and maids who had been serving. Watching yourself and the people around you grow old slowly, Longji's thinking becomes clearer.
You don't travel through time, but every time you dream back in the middle of the night, familiar voices and shadows never appear. After waking up, there is nothing but a sigh, only the joys and sorrows of the past have not diminished.
Longji put that sachet on his body, and the most mumbling sentence every day is, where the hell are you? Sorrow tangled his eyebrows and carved a melancholy wrinkle.
On this day, the sky was clear and bright, the breeze was blowing gently, and Longji stood with his back to the sky.
He said that Yuhuan and Hongduke came to see me today, and he promised to help me find you.
He said, Yuhuan, where are you? I miss you day and night.
He said, Yuhuan, why don't you come to see me, even in a dream, even once.
He said, Yuhuan, above, he looks for the green void, below, in the yellow spring, I will always find you.