Nightmare, White Pear, Longevity
She was the daughter of the royal family of Jingling Court, the most honorable princess, and had the purest bloodline. When I was young, I often heard my grandfather mention her. She was about the same age as me. When she was born, she had hair that was like crystal snow and spiritual power that had gathered for a thousand years.
In the eyes of the world, she is a high and mighty princess. In her family, the elders regard her as the pearl in their palms. In my eyes, she is my bosom friend in my life, my confidant in the world of mortals.。。。。
The first time I met her was in February, when the pear blossoms were in full bloom. At that time, we were only twelve years old. The first time I met her, I remembered her name in my heart. The name of pear flower--。。。。。
She was beautiful, but she was noble and refined, far away from the world. She played the zither well, played chess well, and danced well. She was able to understand the hearts of the people.
The old dream is vague, the past is blurred, in the spring flowers and autumn moon
Like looking at flowers in the fog and watching the moon in the water, floating and floating
You come, you have a voice, you go, speechless, in the storm
Although the two feelings cherish each other, the two hearts are compatible, and they come and go
There are poems waiting for harmony, songs waiting for response, hearts waiting for connection
Looking forward to the long longing, looking forward to the long longing, but leaving the zither and flute in vain
Love each other, love each other, snuggle up to each other
I hope we won't forget each other, I hope we won't betray each other, but how can we hate and bully each other?
I don't get what I want, I don't get what I want
Look at fate mocking the game of creation
The true feelings finally go with the red flowers
Looking forward to the bright moon, looking forward to the rising sun, looking forward to the spring breeze
But the wind doesn't stop, carrying the rain with the snow, urging the plum blossoms to break the branches
The phoenix flies away without leaving a trace
Listening to the drizzle of the parasol tree, its leaves swaying with the wind, memories
The leaves of the parasol tree rustle in the drizzle, swaying with the wind, memories
The memories of the past were like a dream. They passed away quickly.。。。
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