Chapter 42: It's Hard to See You, It's Hard to Leave You
Today, it was raining. Bao Si stood by the window and watched the rain pour down. The flowers in the courtyard fell, but it stirred up the heartstrings of parting. Looking at the fallen leaves flying in the air, how could he be so heartless? It is a pity that some flowers have been crushed into dust, and the roots of flowers have fallen, and the mud has feelings, but can this wind and rain remember human feelings? It was said that the best result in this life was that the flowers bloomed because of the cause, and the flowers fell because of fate. However, my heart is filled with endless sorrow tonight, why is it so sad? Have a lifetime of bitter love, but do not want to talk to people, or because of illness and soul upside down in the past? Why don't you get rid of your worries? Or is it too much suffering? The heart is lonely, what is the feeling of self-realization? Words and dust, in a moment a good autumn, this flower fall is one or two? Why did it feel like the leaves on the road were dancing, and the flowers seemed to be narrating their sorrowful sounds, but it was the remnant lotus that was listening to the rain and the pitter-patter of the pearls telling something?
Lian Qiao knew that Bao Si was bitter. Seeing that there was no one around, she went up to persuade her," Sister, don't be sad for someone who isn't worth it. It will hurt your body. Leaving this place might not be a bad thing.
Bao Si took Lian Qiao's hand and said," Sister Lian Qiao, you don't have to persuade me, my heart is open. We women have a hard life, but it's the life of the vegetable seeds. Wherever we sow, it will take root and sprout.
Lian Qiao said,"Why is our life so bitter?"
Bao Si said,"Yes!" Why is our life so bitter? To think that I was an abandoned baby without parents, but was only a servant of the Bao people, to be able to live to this extent was already a blessing in misfortune.
Lian Qiao said," Sister, don't say that. We're not the same." It was said that the emperor was fatuous and tyrannical. If his sister was in his hands, her life would be at stake. The emperor was not easy to serve. He killed people at the drop of a hat and treated human lives like ants.
Bao Si smiled and said,"What are you afraid of?" Wasn't it just death? What was there to be afraid of in this world after seeing death? To think that ants still had a chance to live, ants still had a chance to achieve success, but those ants were not completely dead! It might not be a bad thing to go this time. He might even be able to do well.
Lian Qiao said angrily,"I really don't know what Bao Hongde is thinking." He clearly loves you, but he can't protect you. To think that he's still the Crown Prince of Bao Kingdom.
Bao Si said,"Don't blame him, he had no choice."
Lian Qiao said,"He can save his father, but shouldn't he send you to a demon?" One had to know that accompanying a ruler was like accompanying a tiger. Moreover, the emperor was not someone to be trifled with. He killed people like flies.
Bao Si didn't say anything.
Lian Qiao said,"If he's a devil, then you have to be a person who deals with the devil." One had to know that there were many capable people in this world who could train ferocious beasts and monsters into mounts, not to mention that he was still a human. As long as he has a nose and two eyes, even if he has a bloody mouth, sister will try to grind his sharp steel teeth.
Bao Si smiled.
Lian Qiao saw Bao Si smile and smiled back," Sister, are you still going to learn Zhou Li today?
Bao Si said,"I won't go today. I want to be alone."
Lian Qiao understood and left.
Bao Si looked at the rain outside the window and couldn't help but feel sad," It was as empty as ever. Who opened a heart? But who did he promise to be forever? One fate, two feelings, one wish, how much bitterness and joy? Whose youth have I betrayed? How much youth does one have in reincarnation? Whose thoughts are frivolous? It made people inextricably linked, but was this the prosperity of time?
Hund looked at the rain outside the hall and his mood dropped. He picked up his pen and didn't know how to write. I really want to spend the evening with her, tea and porridge, but I can't give her peace and stability. Thinking of my weak body, I picked up the pen gradually thick, but every sentence is written away. Was it because I never understood her depth? Or was the word heart too cold, or was the word love too serious and deep? It's said that looks can penetrate into the bones, but looks are unfamiliar. Remembering your past is too hasty, the glory of your memory is still unclear. The persistence of this life, holding the previous life's covenant book, diligently reading a volume but unable to understand, hesitating on different paths, dare to say that fate has not come? It was the word 'love' that crushed the fireworks. A dream of spring and autumn, a long-term care for the beautiful people, but who is hiding in the depths of the dream and the season, still disturbing the heart lake in soft words, who took the floating life to mess up the fleeting years? Were the flowers of love on the ground painted by a single line of love? Who wrote the loneliness of the moment of youth? But it is difficult to tell all of them, how can I control the myriad of thoughts in my heart? An old wind, why tears broken intestines, depressed heart, singing the origin of all memories, parting is difficult to continue.
Bao Si looked out of the window and thought,"There's some love in it, why is it love falling into the world and regretting that it has no fate?" She was talking about a beautiful encounter, but there was another worry in her heart. Adding melancholy, sigh floating zero, but afraid to leave the heart do not suffer. Love, intoxicating the world, from now on will add a new sorrow. Looking back, fate has come to an end, and the past is hard to stop. How many ups and downs, how many vicissitudes of life, originally just a dream outside the dream a few ethereal. Thousands of years of hatred, thousands of sorrow, still only should be separation and reunion, sorrow and joy? Intestines thousands knot, tears flow, just down the brow and up the heart but to whom to tell the ancient and modern hatred? Ask the return of spring, sad autumn, idle time and come to the border to ask who can solve this love chain? How much disappointment, how much nostalgia, unspeakable bitterness, no matter how time flows, still love? Like a flower's mood, like a song and a dream, the bitterness and emotions of life were also fermented under the accumulation of time? Gentle as water, a beautiful dream, did you expect that the heartbreak every year could reach the depths of the soul? Thousands of broken people's intestines, ten thousand broken people's intestines, for the new poem forced to say sad, do you know that the brocade word has two or three lines?
Honder thought unhappily," In the cycle of time, I still wait alone, but how can I eliminate my loneliness? Every emotion was caused by you, and every time you turned around and left, it was such a helpless and sad word. The unbreakable love line was Lu Manman's sigh, and she had already fallen in love. How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? What is the limit of love? If it is incisive, I can only put my worries into the pen, like a dream. Hate the fickle feelings, once gone, the sound book was gone, and a lingering love could only be integrated into the chaotic scenery in the end. Every thought was the plot. Even if he could take in the spring of the secular world, it would not be as good as seeing your smile in his dream. Peeping at the scenery in the dream, the instant drunkenness and madness was also afraid of voicing his heart in vain, but also afraid of being easily hurt. Only a thousand lines of lovesickness and tears remain. Loving you for a thousand years is a heart that has not yet finished crying. Who understands that the heart knot has become a war? He turned around. In a trance. A moment is unbearable to look at, how is it a place full of flowers and a page of paper, a stroke of smoke before the end? Just because you are my fate? A curtain of romantic thoughts banished time into fragments of dreams. A wisp of breeze passing by my ears, passing through my past life and present life to continue writing this life, even if it is a piece of white paper and a curtain of dreams?
Bao Si was tired of standing, so she found a piece of silk and opened it. She wanted to write something in her heart, so she grinded the ink and thought, An inch of tenderness, but it was so sad. A thread of longing, but it was a few times of hot and cold sorrow and joy? With sorrow in my heart, how many years have I been separated? How could they meet each other again? How deep is our love? What is the sorrow in my eyes? Who can tell me? If life was just like the first time they met, a little bit of heart moved with this trace of sadness. The past resentment should be countless, this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon?
Honder threw away his pen, feeling frustrated. You are the one in my book who wrote in tears, the cruelty that makes people wait bitterly, as if between life and death; You are the painting in my incomplete book, the world in the mountains and rivers, the prosperous world in the chaos of the golden war; You are the song that my heart composed and played, that unexpected encounter, that sentence undying, how many expectations; You are the string of my fingertips, the passing of time, and the longing of my beautiful beauty. I don't love, don't write, don't sigh, don't provoke the world's turmoil, who knows a turbid wine empty pot, yearning into people's painting, had to count the falling flowers and ask who can accompany?
Bao Si didn't know what to write, so she pushed the inkstone aside and thought," Since we can't be fated and can't be together, why should I miss him? Why is he still in my head? But? However, every time he reminisced, there would be some emotions. There was always an inch of longing, but the thick paper was not enough to write it. The vows that had expired, but they were engraved with each other for a lifetime. Three lifetimes, three lifetimes, ten miles of peach blossoms, three lifetimes stone can see people's figures, tears can remember? Lovesickness can break one's soul, but how can love and hate make one indifferent? Even if I want to cut off the root of love from now on, I will see the boundless tenderness at first sight. The road of love is hesitant, how can we solve the maze of love? It's hard to pursue in dreams, but there's always no news of this love and it seems to be beside me. With this sad word tied to my heart, I want to lock the sorrow of separation and increase my thoughts. Even if there are so many things on my mind, why do I need to taste this heartbreak? Empty remember the oath of eternal love, who is not afraid of this life heartbroken several times? How much idle sorrow is there? Who can bear to see this endless longing still so sad and dreary? In this time of falling petals, the tenderness of a curtain of dreams could not live up to her longing? Who can pay for the paper full of soft intestines? How to turn this faint sadness into a poem? Dreamy Cloud World is still afraid that the world has nothing to do with me, the most afraid is that the moment I touch the situation, my yearning will accumulate and become a wound.
Honder picked up his pen again, his mood was: Just to find that gaze, why did time freeze in that year? Whose pain was fate showing? Still testing whose love? The one who couldn't forget but used all means, but his greed turned into resentment? A dream of a thousand miles, her eyes were filled with tears, so sad but not far-fetched? It doesn't matter if it's romantic or romantic, but I have to borrow flowers to perfunctory, but my words become a prophecy, but I use up the lovesickness curse to torture my heart. How many wisps of yearning do you have? How much was a single tear? How many folds of soft intestines? How many promises did he make with a single sentence? How many layers of deep affection? At that time, I only thought it was ordinary, but who knew that when I understood it, it was already vicissitudes of life.
Bao Si moved the inkstone in front of her and looked at Hei Mo, thinking," How can empty sorrow and melancholy relieve the sadness of the heart? Missing for a long time, people are heartbroken, I do not know how much is heartbroken? The night is not yet over, the dream is too cold, how much yearning sorrow heartbroken? Intestines have been broken, tears difficult to collect, how can the continuous old feelings dye? Thinking of hesitation, sorrow is difficult to hide, who knows that sorrow in the heart but empty teach people to add white hair? The wind is full of love, love is imprisoned, the spring rain adds traces. Is it possible to send my sorrows to this place? When will it be enough to change my melancholy thoughts? I want to write a charming time. Who knows that I feel panic when I write? Thousands of thoughts, many ways to explain, tied to the heart of a lifetime but let people cry thousands of lines?
Honder looked at the tip of the pen and thought,'I can't see the depth of my love, I can't describe the throbbing, when the pain of missing you once plays out, the you hidden in my memory has a kind of pain that I can't see.' Needless to say, he just wanted to let everything go and let it be in the past. His heart had already become an empty city. Why worry about the city being piled up by dark clouds that pressed down on the border and the wind that wanted to destroy it, making people unable to calm down? Who can understand the wet strokes of love? Who could not help but pick up these fragments? He studied the lovesickness and put it into ink. He wrote the falling flowers, describing the nostalgia and writing the prosperity. A glance back, a second of being touched, a lifetime of obsession, waiting for tenderness, a lifetime of missing the pain of heartbreak. The full volume of the book is full of tears of longing, all because of that time to turn around, looking at the end of the world road, do not know where to go? Now that the word has been filled, I miss her even more. Whose face has she thinned? All my worries fade into dust.
Bao Si stood up and looked at the rain outside. Falling flowers don't understand the pain of parting people, suddenly feel the taste of parting, is it the heartbroken sound of the moment when the flowers fall? They all intercede for each other and have nothing to do with romance. Why use the promise of a lifetime to fulfill it? Looking forward to the autumn water, the sorrow of not being able to see each other, that persistence as always, how could one be willing to accept the torture of lovesickness and heartbreak? Even after reading the bitter parting of the world, it is difficult to understand the heartbroken poison of longing? The pain that was written into the depths of the soul on every page was a thought that had withered, but it was difficult to tell the thoughts of the years. The throbbing heart wrote lines under the moonlight, but it was a prisoner of love. Even if he wrote all his love, he would still not leave.
Hong De thought of going to visit Bao Si and stopped at the door. How are we going to meet her? What did she say? However, as long as I turn around, I'll be so close and yet so far away. In the future, it'll be as if I'm walking in the deepest mortal world. It'll be even harder to meet her. Because of the confusion of a flower, experiencing a rainy season of wind and frost, bearing the heavy and vicissitudes brought by time, but did not know that it was normal for the world to be sad? After seeing life's parting and experiencing the joys and sorrows of the world, it could be seen that time could heal the wounds in the end? A period of desolation seemed like a lifetime in the blink of an eye. Why should you provoke me to pay the wrong love? How could he hide the sadness in his heart? Only long lines of books, the stars and the moon, send the book to the heart of longing, but every word is desolate, who knows how infatuation bitter meaning can be shed without reason tears.
Bao Si's eyes were filled with infatuation, but in her heart, she thought," At this moment, the person I want to see the most is you. If I don't see you today, I'm afraid it'll be difficult to see you again in the future. Now Madam Jun is very strict and is forcing me to learn the Rites of Zhou. It's rare that I have time today, so I wanted to see you. Not seeing you for a day feels like three years. Brother Honder, we're people who rarely see each other. Why don't you come and see me? Do you know how much I miss you? We should have been able to be together. Why didn't the heavens allow it? I still have many things to say to you, but what should I say? Would it be of any use even if he said it? Whose lovesickness is this season's lingering soft words? It was still difficult to escape the arrangement of fate. The quiet bottom of my heart could have sketched out the bright beauty of life, just to keep a crazy love for you, how could it be endless pain? In the vast sea of people, who could he ask to have a drunken dream with? With sorrow in my heart, I wrote the most beautiful poems with deep affection. Why didn't I move others? The sorrowful state of mind was filled with hatred. The sorrowful heart does not know the pain of separation. If you ask about love, you can't beat a drunken life, can you solve thousands of worries and return thousands of Qianxun? Caressing the quiet years, why is the fleeting years unbearable to disturb? Rolling clouds and relaxing leisure, how can I worry endlessly, how can I tell my heart?
Hund was pacing back and forth in the hall, wondering,'If the soul is destined to be lonely, is it a trace of deep love that falls into the sea of love?' A lifetime of love, a lifetime of love, a thousand years of feelings, just a long sigh is not enough? The fate of the scattered, deep love, shallow fate, how can it be accidentally injured again and again? The Boundless Secular World only asked for the sky, how could it be that a faint smile could not see through but looked indifferent? When will I return in my dreams? There was no trace of it, and it was still rippling with emotions. Gentle words pour into brocade, but provoke love long. How much melancholy, how much ups and downs, how much prosperity? The loneliness in the deep dream made people cry and laugh, but how could they watch the changes in the world? Drunken eyes of the years, with a simple and elegant heart, with a crazy lonely fleeting time, but a book full of pain. Who can bear the responsibility: tears fall, but not desolate, enjoy loneliness, appreciate the gains and losses, and keep a lonely shadow and still enjoy themselves?
Baosi was very sad. There are too many unknowns in the world of mortals. I have seen the vicissitudes of life. Most of them are just old dreams with two lines of tears. However, they are flowers that have been dyed with time. They are lost on the desolate path. I still can't see your heart in my deep dream. The tears thrown into the world of mortals were the seeds of love, the fate of attachment in this life, and the soul waiting for the next life to meet, but that idiot was still a part of it? A seemingly unintentional love, a touching feeling that stunned a period of time, was a space where emotions were entangled in worries, allowing sadness to continue, but without a trace, it taught people to forget and abandon. A sentimental seed planted this love, just for the sake of "if the heavens have feelings, the heavens will also grow old" and imprisoned feelings? Wandering in the sea of love and still feeling empty, but in the ethereal world of love, you have to face cruelty and ruthlessness? Her tears blurred her vision, but time didn't wash away everything. What struck her heart and made her cry was the sad words of love, what eternal love. The end of the sea and the crumbling of the rocks are all lies. I only want to have you in this life. That kind of loneliness is to miss you, to wander for a lifetime, to hesitate for a lifetime, or to suffer.
Hong De wanted to leave the palace, but Zi Buyu stopped him and asked," Your Highness, where are you going?
Hong De said unhappily,"Do I have to tell you where I'm going?"
Zi Buyu said,"I dare not. How dare I inquire about your whereabouts?" It's just that I want to remind you that it's best not to go to the Wu Chen Palace.
"You stay here. Without BenGong's permission, you must not wander around. Bengong went out to settle some matters. If I don't see you when I come back, don't blame Bengong for being heartless.”After saying that, Honder flicked his sleeves and left.
Zi Buyu knew where Hong De was going, but he was grounded in the Eastern Palace, so he could only wait here obediently.
Empress Jiang walked into the Eastern Palace and saw her son walking towards the Wuchen Palace. She deliberately asked her son Buyu," Where is the Crown Prince going?
Zi Buyu cupped his fists and said,"His Highness didn't tell me, and he didn't allow me to know."
Empress Jiang said,"As long as he doesn't do anything out of line, let him be in the future!" I believe you know what to do.
Zi Buyu listened and said, Here.
Empress Jiang said,"It wasn't easy for me to get through to the internal officials of the Great Zhou before I made the vassal soldiers retreat." For the lord to return, bengong will bet on her. I hope you keep a close eye on the Crown Prince and let him do as he pleases so that you won't be hated. Do you know what bengong means?
Zi Buyu said, I understand.
"Bengong does not wish for anything else to happen so that the lord can return smoothly next year.”After Empress Jiang finished speaking, she left with her two maids.
Hong De still braved the rain to see Bao Si. Walking along the winding corridor, he said," Her heart was filled with obsession, and her heart was still broken. A lifetime of nostalgia into the heart, endless lovesickness heartbroken. Heart language into a poem, but also can not finish writing lovesickness tenderness. Merely, whose calamity did Hui Mou Yi Xiao accept? A second of being touched, but whose obsession was it? But it is because of your smile that I am sad in this hour of sorrow? You are the only one I love. Why are you so lonely in this world? Lovesickness and heartbreak, who knows? Is there any trace of our pain on the painting that was written in the passage of time? Drunk for a season, what is the memory lost in the old year? A sentence that pierced through the soul, but there was a faint hint of sadness in his eyes? Why was the mood of being angry and laughing filled with a desolate sigh?
Bao Si saw Hong De walking over from the corridor and was so happy that she cried. She wiped her tears and pretended to be fine. She didn't want to be seen and thought," I've never felt true love for anyone like this before, but I've felt true love for you. However, the vicissitudes of the world were an answer that could not be known. Many people did not want the coldness of this world, but held their hearts with a tranquil and peaceful heart. No matter how helpless and miserable the world was, the world used tears to repay her, but she used her true feelings but it was empty. What was the point of using sadness and sorrow to redeem herself? Floating with the thoughts of a lifetime, he made this season's Spring and Autumn Heart Painting, and the wind, flowers, snow, and moon were not related to love but forced. It was filled with a light note, and the pen tip flowed with the joys and sorrows experienced together. Memories were still warm with the years. With warmth, this kind of deep feeling was stacked. He picked up some fragments of the world and wrote a poem that was written into the years. Looking at the painting stained with right and wrong, he even wrote a few lines of poetry. How could it be the pain of the wind and rain?
When Hong De and Bao Si met, they seemed to have thousands of words to say but were unable to. Their gazes met for a long time, unwilling to leave each other, afraid that they would never see each other again.
Lian Qiao walked over and handed a cup of tea to Hong De. Seeing his infatuated expression, she shouted, Your Highness, please have some tea.
However, Honder seemed to have woken up from a dream. He took the teacup in embarrassment and almost knocked over the tea. He hurriedly said, me. I
Lian Qiao snorted unhappily. She left without a good expression, pouting her little mouth and saying in her heart, Since you love my sister, why did you give her to someone else? This love was easy to obtain? In order to save your Jun Father, you sacrificed your sister. What is this? It's clear that you men are not capable! A person who relied on a woman to protect his country was ultimately unreliable. It seems that it was right for sister to leave you. It's good that she didn't fall for someone like you.
Bao Si and Hong De stood together for a long time without saying a word. Suddenly, they stopped talking and pushed the other party to speak first. However, the two of them didn't know where to start and didn't seem to have anything to say. They were in a deadlock again.
It was Bao Si who spoke first, Brother Hong De, how about I play a song for you?
When Honder heard this, he counted down the number of stones and said, Good, good, good. It would be best if he played a song.
Lian Qiao helped Bao Si put the instruments on the stand and left.
Bao Si moved her delicate hand, and the music was melodious and pleasant to the ears. How good was this music? And how did he tell the truth? And listen to me: but listen to the melodious melody, is melancholy intertwined, only shadow leaning against the tower, a person melancholy empty facing the moon, there is also a kind of missing you can not see the sad path. Listening to this song, the flow was slow, the ups and downs were ups and downs, and it was a kind of sad and sorrowful desolation. There was an indescribable loneliness in the song, a kind of persistence in the love of the world, a kind of waiting for a lifetime, and a kind of deep sorrow of lovesickness. The song seemed to show people's joys and sorrows in front of their eyes, slowly narrating the poignant beauty of a person waiting for fate. The song had a contrast between the empty beauty of the fish and birds in the mountains and rivers and the loneliness of a person in a photo studio. It described a person's lifelong wait, and the fish and birds finally had a place to return to, but the heart was filled with the hesitation of having nowhere to place. The zither slowly expressed its pride, expressed the sadness of separation, lamented the coldness of the world, and interpreted love and hatred. It was the unbroken fate of the world, the lingering love of spring flowers and autumn moon, and there was no place to entrust that passionate love, and it was still hurt when it touched the thread.
Hong De listened and praised," It's indeed a good melody. The music theory combines time and space, reflecting romance and reality, and vividly displaying the taste of life." Listening to the music, it sounded like "free flying flowers light like a dream, boundless silk rain thin like sorrow", like a dream broken moon embankment return road, full of falling flowers flying catkins, sad. Sighing that the world was vast, it was a lonely and melancholic person who listened to the rain and did not know where spring would return. I also heard that the zither was full of purple and red flowers, just like a hundred flowers fairy dancing feather clothes, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains Yan. The sound of the zither was like a spring rain, washing the earth clean, wiping away the dust in people's hearts, and lingering with people's worries.
Bao Si said,"It can't be that good!"
"Yes, yes, yes," replied Honder. This song released one's feelings, like flowing water, entangled with the tenderness that filled the time, and a kind of endless heart. A kind of long longing and sadness of parting, a kind of lingering dream, a kind of yearning, a little concern, all of them were perfect. A song of longing, whose affectionate eyes were hidden in resentment? There was still hope that the song would end and the people would disperse. Although the song is sad, it is beautiful.
During lunch, Bao Si asked again, Brother Hong De, are you eating here? I
"Yes, you don't have to be busy." As Honder spoke, he turned to look at Lian Qiao, who was serving him not far away. He pointed and ordered, You, tell my guard Buyu to pass on my words to move my food to Wuchen Palace. In another place, prepare more wine for me.
Lian Qiao heard this and went out.
In a short while, Zi Buyu led a group of chefs to move the dishes prepared by Crown Prince Hongde to the Wuchen Palace. Lian Qiao also helped to place the dishes on the table.
Hong De was very happy and invited Baosi to drink.
Bao Si couldn't refuse, so she sipped her wine to accompany him.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the two of them unknowingly drank more wine. The alcohol rushed to their heads and they were dizzy. Naturally, they talked more and spoke freely.
"Little fairy, we haven't seen each other for a long time," Honder said in a drunken voice.
Bao Si said,"Yes, I study the Rites of Zhou all day long, over and over again." In order to make no mistake,
Honder asked,"Why do you have to repeat it?"
Bao Si said,"In order not to make any mistakes, I repeated it."
Hong De said,"That's because Mother is very careful and knows that the Emperor of Zhou is violent and reckless. That's why she asked you to study the Rites of Zhou seriously."
Baosi asked,"How can the emperor of Zhou be so reckless?"
Hong De said,"The emperor of Zhou is far away from virtuous ministers and close to villains. He is simply fatuous and unreasonable." An earthquake in Qishan meant that the emperor of Zhou had lost his virtue. The commoners were already in dire straits, yet he was still recruiting beautiful women. Wasn't this disregarding the lives of the commoners? My Jun Father was not wrong.
Bao Si was also afraid that if word got out, it would be bad for her and she would be implicated, so she quickly said," Alright, let's not talk about this. Brother Hongde, look at this autumn wind. This faint autumn color seems to quietly arrive at the entrance of the season. Suddenly looking for flowers, the spring red seemed to have lost all its weight, but it saw fallen leaves one after another, and there was a touch of chrysanthemum fragrance on the branches.
Honder looked at the chrysanthemums in the courtyard and said," How much do you know about the past when flowers bloom and wither? How much was the Red Falling Leaves? How much warmth was there in her heart? He imagined that on that clear night, the clear water in the pond, under the bright moonlight, the rain washing the dust, listening to the zither music like a thin wind blowing into the strings, his heart was filled with many emotions. The past that couldn't be concealed, a kind of joy or sadness, beauty and sadness as usual.
Bao Si said," When a good mood is boiling, it's like a meter of sunlight shuttling through the shadows of the trees, mixing with the dust and wind, mixing with the dew and planting it into the slightly moist soil." All living things grew verdant. In the depths of the grass and trees, on a barren tree, flowers also competed to exude fragrance. However, there were always some things that disturbed one's inner peace. He really thought of that free, smiling, and carefree person. In the painting of the distant mountains and in the clear ink, there was a kind of simplicity.
Honder said,"Sigh!" It wasn't easy to live the way he liked. Sometimes, she would always lose herself in order to attend an appointment. People always wanted to find comfort in a flower, a leaf, or even a wisp of wind. However, Shaohua, who looked old in an instant, had unknowingly died. The emotions that had sprouted in her heart had also quieted down. She really wanted to rely on that soul-stirring fragrance to find a complete version of herself, but it was impossible. That lingering wind always blew past. Even if there are thousands of affection, but not a moment of lingering.
Bao Si said,"Looking at all kinds of people in life, most of them sigh helplessly about parting." Even if it was so bitter, it still made his heart surge. Just like this autumn, it is said that the beautiful scenery is in the late autumn, but the autumn leaves and flowers are the fallen leaves and green moss, all the trees are desolate, desolate and afraid to raise their heads, and the southern geese fly frequently without half a paper, how many human characters are written?
Hong De said: Lonely shadow alone, wish empty, since ancient times how many sad people, how can tears flow broken? Dream back a few turns, tears gently flow, this matter will not be able to reason? It was just a dream. Thousands of sad feelings, a cavity of grief, will it be unintentional to collect? Loving gaze, boundless emotions, but will it leave an endless meaning? The word is hard to write, its sorrow will increase day by day, but more and more unable to arrange. How many helpless emotions were tossed and turned, unable to sleep, but they were filled with sorrow. I wanted to write this word to comfort my sorrow, but it added another layer of depression and sorrow. Is it the same for an inescapable life? A situation with a unique charm, engraved with the thickness of time, could it be that it should only be separation and reunion?
Bao Si said,"I often look back with disappointment, but my sorrow is endless." How much pain is there when affection is difficult to express? When the years contained understanding, when smiles were filled with helplessness, when life was mixed with a little loss, and the charm between the pen and ink was still rippling with a trace of sorrow and bitterness, how could one calm down and gradually be at ease? However, the memories were still missed, all the love was still burned out, and the long-accumulated emotional undercurrent was still heartbroken, but how could people swim across this sea of love? That most affectionate confession, with a touch of sadness, had aged a period of time. A promise that could not be fulfilled could make people break their three thousand infatuations, but how could they face this situation? In this season of longing, how much loneliness has been rubbed in. Loneliness. Lihen. Sad tears in spring and autumn? Just this love alone would be unbearable for a lifetime.
Hong De said,"A beautiful encounter, but whose eyes are wet?" Many worries have been added, but loneliness has made me frown. Full of eyes, endless loneliness, how could it be that every inch of lovesickness seeped through? Whose worries have I provoked? But it was hard to stop her tears. A thousand sighs of longing, how could it be a cold night of autumn wind and drizzle? Shattered beauty, stunning time, why let poetry and painting all Fu Spring and Autumn? The world's tender feelings, can it still be like this? Only I love him, but my love is far away. A smile and dust, a day of sorrow and joy, a long year, but a beam of light stepping on the spring and autumn. Who disturbed the old dream? Who was it that spoke of this love? Only the moon is the joy of fate, the ancient dream is the most gorgeous reunion, but who bear. Can withstand this pain? What entered the bottom of her heart was sadness, what she forgot was a thousand years of tenderness, and what she planted was a bone-deep pain, but who still wanted to... How dare you play with this?
Bao Si said, How many times does one go through reincarnation? That kind of warm and comfortable ripples still continue in my heart, why can't I find your shadow? Unchanging tenderness, deep intoxication. The beautiful picture scroll was filled with the days of promises. The two did not forget each other after going around in circles. They missed each other year after year and never left each other. Was that true love that lasted for a long time, or was it a bitter medicine that was engraved in his heart? It made people confused and sad. The pen is also crazy, even if ten thousand volumes of books also can not write this sorrow, why still can not cross the world's barren sea? But with the words of three lifetimes, why so miserable? Why didn't time arrange a good ending? The love that she had spent her entire life with was still missed. In the wilderness of time, some feelings are still unfulfilled. In the most beautiful years, who is the passer-by? How much sadness does the wind and moon of fleeting years have? Would anyone still believe that the burning of youth was a false end of time? A lifetime of love is hard to break, but it's empty, but how many people are willing to continue? But it made deep love become an eternal scar. When I thought about it, I only had cold and broken memories, and I had to face the merciless pain helplessly. However, when the word love came together, I was still fearless. Why was this?
Hong De said,"Who wants to have sex?" Who cares about the cold and warm? Looking up at the wilderness, facing the vicissitudes of life alone, why not focus on the place? There was a sense of disappointment in this obsession. That time when she looked back, it was a burden of loneliness. The youth's frivolity, seemingly simple release, but feelings were difficult to settle, how dare you say forget? The traces of the fleeting years, the endless years of desolation, how much love is there in sorrow? Every whisper was filled with a lingering longing and longing. A different kind of feeling, scattered in the world of mortals, sad, still remember the passion of meeting, leaving the loneliness of time, but who inadvertently lost each other. The moment their eyes met, their hearts were tightly intertwined, but they were infatuated with each other. Who knew that the expectations of heartache could not be predicted? And who picked up the dust of the years? Are you willing to let your memories hurt so much?
Bao Si said,"I can't help but think of you even though we are separated by a distance of time and space." Walking into that thousand-year dream, who picked up this memory and hid it deep in their hearts? Forever unchanged lovesickness in the depths of the dream, met in the beautiful scenery, unable to pick up but also powerless to sink into it. I just want to see you once. Why is love a pain? Who is waiting for you to fall in love? A person without regrets put the affection of the world near at hand into the pen, but wrote about our reincarnation with an old word? In the flow of time, I'm just a passer-by, but I use some graceful sentences to fantasize and hope. Why is it still not seen from afar? For the sake of one agreement after another, why is it still not fated to meet? I only know that there is a past life but not this life. Do you know how many times I looked back in my previous life? Do you know how many years I've been begging for this in my previous life? Did you know that your previous life was too vast and unpredictable to be able to exchange for love in this life?
Honder said,"One of them is willing to go and pursue it bitterly." Thinking of your expression, I've been dreaming about it for a long time because I'm afraid I'll lose you. Who knows inadvertently, why drunk dream for a thousand years? Why is my heart full of broken pieces? She said that she would spend her life together in the mortal world, and she left a few lines of warm messages to express her longing. The sound was still warm, but how could it be a desolate place? Waiting at the ancient city, waiting at the intersection you once passed by, not letting go of the ancient road outside the long pavilion. Why can't I see you? It was once the most beautiful memory of my life. This beauty that was dyed with vicissitudes was enough to taste its aftertaste, but I was really waiting here in a dream. Wandering's heart was filled with an inexplicable sorrow, but it touched the pain in his heart. Time has never spared anyone. I am innocent. No more than heaven and earth, but why did you hurt me so badly?
Bao Si said," A love of the mortal world, a love of the mortal world that can topple cities, is only for a gentle word of heart. Thousands of threads of love bind and connect tenderly. I will use my whole life to write this longing, and use my whole life's warmth to repay this fate." The unforgettable ripples in her heart were filled with all the emotional sustenance, and how many heartstrings of longing were affected? Holding a lifetime of love flowers waiting at the lovesickness ferry, that lovesickness is only for the still unrepentant concern. A glance back, a glimpse of surprise, but who was touched? That heart-warming dream lingered thousands of times, even if it was the prosperity of the world, but also the graceful fleeting time. How many memories in this life, how many disconsolate? How many twists and turns? Looking at the vicissitudes of life, the romantic encounter was scattered on the ground like falling flowers. Indescribable long-lasting yearning rippled, but I don't know how to let go of this deep affection of lovesickness?
Honder said,"The vicissitudes of this life are written in a lifetime?" After reading that romantic story, that page of our love letter, it was just a long sigh? Who was the one who compiled this plot of an era that shouldn't have happened, but it hurt the hearts of the people. It looks like it's written in a crazy manner, but it's full of heartbroken fragments pieced together, letting go of what's not ours. Forged a sad past, trampled on our self-esteem, but despised and abused our true feelings. In the river of time, broken thoughts, hurt feelings, expired vows, broken promises, heartbroken mistakes and tears were heartbreaking. He saw his longing for her cross the sky, but the heavens did not understand. Still holding a lifetime of love flowers, still not regretting the care and waiting. What is thought? What was love? Why was she still hurt in the wrong place?
Bao Si said,"I have seen that smile before, but I can't remember it." I promised to spend the rest of my life with you, but it was a helpless melancholy. Drunk alone in an old time, filled with paintings that could not be understood. The lonely heart was filled with thick yearning, but it was a book with broken chapters and sentences that no one could understand. Love is like the waves of the tide, melancholy life but endless tears, wasted time also difficult to calm. Why was it hard to pursue an unbearable past? Just because of a simple vow? Won't you ask if the long dream of heartbreak won't lessen? Just for the first glance, is to return to the past when there was only you, I don't know if I can use my heart-wrenching tears to redeem this marriage, even if it's a calamity?
Honder said," A time that can't be stranded, the memory condensed into a bright track, but the corner of the time is always piled with many emotions?" Even if I miss you, I can't do anything about it. I can't bring back my distant thoughts, but I have to walk through the thick gaps of time with a deep determination? The entanglement in the depths of the soul, always trying to find your former shadow in the memories, as if in an instant, you can touch everything far away? Picking up the brush, the scene of sad parting, the feeling of disappointment. My scarred heart is the most painful look, but is it hard to find a trace of warmth in the soul that was once stained with fragrance? Looking at your soul as you write, picking up words that suit your mood, but in your soft heart, you pile up bitter and beautiful passages, marking pain? Continue to write all the melancholy feelings of love, borrow a piece of paper dyed with moonlight to explain the distance between the ends of the world, but the most emotional stroke can be calmed down by greed to read?
Bao Si said," The infatuation and enchantment written in the pen is an invisible gentleness. It seeps a kind of regretless persistence in the words. It can share the tenderness of sleeping with you. It can be drunk with the sorrow and joy of lovesickness. It can be drunk in the sorrow of spring and autumn." The world of mortals in ink, for whom will love be promised? For whom is the word thick? Being in this chaotic world, there were many fates that could not be grasped, and there were scenery that could not be stopped, but they could all arouse the throbbing of the soul. Stealing a period of time to be intoxicated, in those years where you are there, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, feeling a kind of deep affection and tenderness, constantly revolving in it, appreciating the charm of true love. The answer to a single person's Ukiyo pleasure was very long, but it would take a lifetime to answer it. Do you know that dreams are the sound of breaking? Do you know that deep love is a tragedy? Why use death to read sentences? How many times have I been drunk? Has been crushed into dust. In the most beautiful years of love, but whose heart was broken? However, how many people knew that deep love was a gu and could not stop?
Hong De said," Even if the people leave and the building is empty, others will laugh at me. I only want to be free of worldly affairs in this life. I swear to forge the most beautiful picture of love in my heart without regrets." I'll go to the end of the world without hesitation. The most beautiful encounter in the past, who knew that it would be difficult to fight in this world, only regretting not keeping it at that time. Only envy the soul of the past, but the flowing water and falling flowers are ruthless, how can it not make people remember? How many times have I picked up a lonely place, but when I clean it up, it's still the turmoil of the world. How can I write all the twists and turns of my heart in just one scroll? Full of longing for whom to bestow? The bitter fruit after deep affection, the heartache after intoxication, I want to describe my thoughts in detail, why do I have no words when I write? A piece of red paper about the fate of many generations, a golden age of fleeting years why seal the memory? But who had snatched away the waves of madness? A chance encounter, a lifetime's expectation, a tear falling in an instant, time had thrown away all the feelings of a person? Looking for the words of the past life, flipping through the books of this life, just for the marriage between you and me, why miss this life? Who is lonely in prosperity? Who buried Tian Ya? By the west wind by the ancient road, I stop, and wait quietly in the lovesick building. Whose soul is still safe and sound in that destitute place? The empty city that frees my heart, but a city full of sorrow, my heart is heavy. It was so painful that he could walk away?
Bao Si said,"Who remembers the past?" Turn to the end of the world, why do you leave no trace of worldly feelings? Who provoked someone to be heartbroken? To repay with tears, but how much of reminiscence and how much of obsession with the vast land? With a wisp of cool breeze, I was intoxicated by a beautiful dream. Why did a stroke of infatuation dip into the vicissitudes of life? She had spent her whole life in warmth and poetry, but she was lost in a dream. How many feelings were still unfulfilled? If you want to face sadness through a thousand years of dust, is it worth it to be thrown away by you? A lifetime of loneliness, a lifetime of wasting time, only for a single thought, but the book can't finish a lifetime of sorrow, can't draw a lifetime of lovesickness, who can tell this loneliness and pain?
Hong De said,"Time is always too rushed. I wonder how many hardships it has been covered with?" Seeing this lively scene of love, the pain and sorrow of falling in love. The sadness in his heart condensed into a thousand heartaches. In the desolate wasteland of Xiao Su, where is my lonely figure? Stepping over thousands of mountains and rivers, crossing a lifetime of waiting, bitterly praying for hundreds of years, just for a chance encounter and reincarnation, who knew that it would become a silent distance? Unfortunately, after years of tossing and turning, Flowing Light was sentimental but time was merciless. Memories were destined to be sad. A parting, but was it a willingness to meet with life? I've tasted all the joys and sorrows, just to wait for you to meet, but my heart is broken. What year and month do I still not know if it is fate or calamity? I just want to stay by your side, who knows that fate is unpredictable? Who can see through the endless sea and sky? Who went to the world of mortals and got drunk? A romantic story dyed right and wrong into a puzzle? Who rolled up the complexity of the secular world and disturbed the seasons? Who used a thousand years of waiting to meet in a poem? Who buried the poetic soul of the ancestors and broke the ancient painting of love? Who can hide the sorrow and sorrow of the people in the wilderness as if nothing happened? Watching the flowers bloom and fall, who dyed my mood? Who knows how deep our love is? Who would understand the long lasting feelings of love? Who could see the ripples of the Painting Heart Lake? Who will pity me when I see the prosperity fall away? Look at the storm of love in the world of mortals, who is crazy?
Bao Si was upset, but she still said," The morning dew was cold, the autumn wind was blowing, the orchids were withered, and the lotus leaves were broken and green. Those flowers that once bloomed in my heart, how did they bloom and fragrance? What kind of desolation and withering? In the end, it had nothing to do with romance. What kind of feeling was this?
Honder was upset, but when he thought of the autumn and winter, and the plum blossoms that were about to bloom again, the scene of them chanting the plum blossoms together surfaced in front of his eyes. He casually said, That's right! A leaf knows autumn. When autumn is over and the plum blossoms are about to bloom again, do you still remember the scene of us chanting the plum blossoms together?
Bao Si said,"How can I not remember?"
Hong De said,"When the plum blossoms bloom, we can still chant the plum blossoms together, okay?"
Bao Si said,"Okay!"
Hong De suddenly said,"But all of this is the fault of that Zhou Tianzi, yet he heartlessly separated us." If it weren't for him, we'd be a perfect couple
Bao Si hurriedly advised,"Brother Hong De, be careful that the walls have ears." Alright, let's not talk about it anymore.
He had drunk too much wine, so how could he listen to advice? But he continued,"Why can't I say it?" I must say it. Also, the heavens were at fault. If it weren't for the earthquake in the West Region, none of this would have happened.
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