She plays the lute lightly, like a fairy wind blowing around the beam. Long Ge's songs are inseparable from the bright moon in the Han Dynasty and the elegance in the Tang Dynasty.
Long-sleeved and good at dancing, the pink chest is half covered with dark snow, and the clothes are colorful. Skirts are flying, ribbons are flying, embroidered shoes are dancing, and fairy skirts are elegant. Wake up like a dream and indulge in it. However, his love for 3,000 people is concentrated in one body, and the powder and paint of the Sixth Palace are all gone. The pear garden is in full bloom in spring, and all kinds of flowers are always spring. Jiuding Cai Hua, an absolute beauty.
Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. Beauty is easy to age, but people are fragile. Red walls and blue tiles remain the same, and it is difficult to go back to the past. Pipa sound, lonely palace wall. The deep palace is locked again, leaving only blue hair and white hair today.
Why did you write the last paragraph? I mainly want to tell you not to think concubines are beautiful. Once you get old, the past is unbearable. Lonely and sad, sad and painful. )