Chapter 45: Ethereal Love Dream
When Si Zeng saw that he was sleeping at night, he unconsciously stepped into a dream.
Under the intoxicating moonlight, Si Zeng Jian saw a woman in the distance and unknowingly muttered to himself, What a picturesque woman, under this intoxicating moonlight.
Everyone has the heart to love beauty.
Si Zengjian walked over.
The beauty seemed to have sensed that someone was coming and turned around.
When Si Zeng saw it, he was pleasantly surprised. It's Sister Wu Chen. Why are you here?
Bao Si said calmly,"I'm not Sister Wu Chen, my name is Bao Si."
Si Zeng Jian said,"Are you Bao Si?" She looks like my sister Wu Chen. But you two are too alike, and surprisingly alike.
Bao Si said,"There are many people in this world who look alike."
Si Zeng Jian said,"You might be my sister Wu Chen."
Bao Si asked,"Why must it be your sister Wu Chen?" Can't I be myself?
Si Zengjian said,"You are yourself." You might have naturally entered my dreamland because of my other Sister Wu Chen. Otherwise, how could the same you enter my dreamland?
Bao Si said, Is there a problem?
Si Zeng Jian said," Think about it. I lost my sister Wu Chen, but another you like her appeared. Isn't this a coincidence?"
Bao Si said, Even if it is, so what?
Si Zengjian said,"Isn't this God's intentional arrangement?" God sent you to drive away my loneliness, melt my frost, and comfort my sorrow.
Bao Si said," Alright, alright. Don't think too much. You're thinking too much. I'm not your sister Wu Chen."
Si Zeng Jian said,"Even if you're not, there's a similar you in my dream. Can't we love each other enough in my dream?" Even if reality can't.
Bao Si said, That's true. Reality couldn't do it, but it couldn't help but be imagined in one's dreams. Oh right, then how do you like me?
Si Zengjian said,"My thoughts suddenly surged, and I couldn't control my feelings. I only said a few words, but it was a kind of longing in my heart." I'm willing to set off a prosperous life for you to dilute all the sadness in your heart.
Bao Si said,"How can you see the sadness in my heart?"
Si Zengjian said,"I see your gentle and beautiful figure under the moonlight. You are graceful and charming." However, looking at your expression, it was less fiery and more elegant, but also a kind of poignant and beautiful artistic conception. When I see you again, it's like an inch of yearning in the mountains and rivers.
Hearing this, Bao Si sighed and said," Sigh! You can tell? I couldn't help but think when I saw the beautiful flowers and full moon. However, the past was like smoke, casting a touch of sadness. That's right! Who do you worry about every year? Why bother?
Si Zeng comforted him and said,"In fact, regardless of whether you are in good or bad times, you should calmly face the pain and suffering of this world."
Bao Si said," However, every little thing that has been forgotten is like dew blooming in this tearful night. How can it not break one's heart?"
Si Zengjian said: Even if the wrong love, or love word written empty, all hope that the years are not old, and a year of spring is good.
Bao Si said,"But who is the spring for?" Even if it was a dream of parting, even the tears were so real. The corner of his eyes had become a lonely sea. I saw all kinds of red and purple, and finally turned into ashes in my eyes.
Si Zengjian said,"However, love is already far away. Things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, the past can not be heavy, there is nothing that cannot be seen through."
Bao Si said,"I didn't expect you to be sad too."
Si Zengjian said,"Yes!" There was once a love that was entangled in his heart. He drank all day to drown his sorrows. He was also sad and left for a few years. But then I thought, the world is whirling, there is no place to go, why sigh that time is like running water?
Bao Si said,"I can see that you have a good mentality."
Si Zengjian said,"What attitude?" It was a helpless situation. Reality was not up to him, so he had to face reality. If there were three lifetimes, I would be willing to be an outsider to the mortal world and not struggle in the mortal world. I would be willing to be a blank on the stone of three lifetimes. Then, there would be no love, no pain. How good would that be!
Bao Si said, Yes! Even if human feelings are long love months, how many times can they be round year after year? Life was only a hundred years, so why bother tormenting himself?
Si Zeng saw his sad expression and stuttered," But when I see you in such a bad mood, my heart just
Hearing this, Bao Si asked,"What?" I'm not in a good mood. What does it have to do with you? As if I didn't offend you.
Si Zeng Jian said,"Why didn't you provoke me?" Your eyes are cold and reserved, as if you don't have the colors of other seasons.
Bao Si said, Is that true? Why can't I feel it?
Si Zengjian said,"You can't feel it, but I can." You pieced together all the fantasies in your heart into a different kind of yearning, remembering the marks that confirmed your existence time and time again, but you changed them into a sad picture and became drunk, but you almost forgot how many years it had been. That's not you.
Bao Si said, Really?
Si Zengjian said,"Why not?" Even I feel like you are the same person who has seen mountains, walked through streams, listened to the sound of water, and looked forward to the future with that person. With your kind of heart, it seems that if you don't let people enter, others won't be able to enter. Don't be unable to let go of the past. You are like a noble and pure flower petal, that kind of parting wind can't do anything to you. Even though the flowers had not bloomed, there was still a pleasant fragrance.
Hearing this, Bao Si smiled.
Si Zengjian said,"Your smile is too beautiful." It was just that your smile made people fall into your eyes, like a beautiful spring.
Bao Si smiled and said,"It can't be that mysterious!"
Si Zeng Jian said,"Actually, you're very beautiful, but you don't care." Did you know? How beautiful you are!
Bao Si said,"How beautiful am I?"
Si Zengjian said,"When I came here just now, I saw a woman with a brocade. She was so beautiful that she could not be compared to others." When I see you frown again, there is a trace of sadness and sorrow. The world is full of sorrow, making people inevitably have a trace of sad and precious love.
Hearing this, Bao Si blinked.
Si Zengjian said,"Your eyes seem to be the most beautiful when they are not open. When you blink, they are like infinite peach blossoms blooming. The peach blossoms on all branches are blooming. It is enough to see the peach blossoms bloom." You must know that your eyes are full of love, just like the peach blossom pond. I still see the peach blossoms in the thousand leaves surpassing the flowers, and the steam can stop the years, but it is the peach blossom spring year after year.
Hearing this, Bao Si looked in another direction.
Si Zengjian said,"I see your eyes go far away, like peach blossoms flying red and running water, but it is full of peach blossom water in spring, just like a sunny year in spring." Only the passionate one came alone, just like a warm spring flower blooming in the smoke.
Bao Si frowned.
Si Zengjian said again: I see your eyes are hazy, as if you are worried about the peak of the eyebrows, but also as if you can only see the upper reaches of the peach blossom water, but no one understands the situation for whom to open.
Bao Si's eyes lit up.
Si Zengjian said,"Look at your eyes. They are like spring light and peach blossoms on the water." The spring breeze and spring rain flowers pass through your eyes, but they occupy the spring time, dyeing thousands of trees and flowers. Even if all the flowers bloom, they are not as fresh as your first bloom.
Hearing this, Bao Si lowered her eyebrows.
Si Zengjian said,"Look, it's just the gentleness of your lowered eyebrows that is like a spring breeze."
Hearing this, Bao Si walked towards the moon. Her expression was cold and demure, but her heart was surging. The shouts were calling out.
Si Zengjian followed him and said,"I see your figure, but I want to see a picture." However, it was impossible to display the world's manufacturing process. Show your beauty.
Bao Si stopped in her tracks and stood still under the moon.
Si Zengjian came forward and said,"Look at your calm and collected situation. Meishan Mountain is like the distant sea. It has the style of thousands of miles of clouds. It is also like seeing the beauty of April in the human world." Unconsciously, it touched people's feelings. Unconsciously, it made people enter and not want to come out. Following that, the artistic conception floated up and down, followed by the mountains of sorrow and the sea of hatred. Following that, some sad and regretful things brewed, and your mood remained unchanged.
Bao Si looked at a flower and said," Looking at its red spots, it was graceful and graceful. People only saw the flowers bloom, but they did not know the tragic scene of the flowers turning into mud. In the morning I see the flowers bloom, in the evening I see the flowers fall, how many things in spring are empty? Watching a scene of flowers with the wind, the ground turned red in an instant, and the fallen flowers were speechless and a little painful. The heart is like a falling flower, drifting away. A dream among the flowers, a little bit of love. Peeping at the glittering night, I had placed my heart on the bright moon, but the deep love in the corner was completely drowned in the dew rain. It was a flower thing buried in the east wind.
Si Zengjian said,"Yes!" One did not know how many dreams were shattered in the night sky, turning into stars in the sky. If you ask how much leisure time there is, tears plate rain dew is the most bitter spring, but also always teach spring to be drunk. Flowing light can easily throw people away, a piece of spring sorrow waiting for wine to pour, falling flowers and wind and rain can hurt spring even more. Looking at the falling water and flowers, the spring has gone, but I don't know whose time the spring in the city has taken advantage of. This endless hatred is who shares the years of China.
Bao Si said,"I'm worried when I see the wind floating in the sky. What kind of mood is it when a flower flies away and turns into spring?" The mountains and rivers in the eyes are far away, and it is easy to be overwhelmed with ecstasy when parting. The tears in this life can turn into poems. I still remember that year under the moon, lovesick people can enter the painting. The one who once had deep affection in her eyes. How can words be the eternal sorrow of love and hate? Why should I feel pain when I am in the midst of governing the world?
Si Zengjian said: Look at the flowers under the moon spit fragrance, how much tenderness around? How much resentment did she have? This flower this leaf spring heart, why with the spring breeze each worry? But for whom did my infatuation condense? When the wildflowers bloomed in spring, how many flowers bloomed in a city? There is always no result, but it all comes to the heart, why do people wear down? Looking at the autumn moon, even if there are flowers and the moon, who can solve the falling flowers? Who is gently wiping away the tears? The flowers are ignorant, the moon is bored, but what are you fighting for? How can it reduce the fragrance and frost on the ground? The flowers of emotions were lonely in the rain. The falling flowers are gone, but the sadness in my heart has not disappeared. How can I write a book full of affection? A spring rain dream. Look at the north, south, east, west wind, why bother to prepare? With a faint smile on her face, her brows were furrowed with longing, but her clothes were covered in tears. That sorrow was still difficult to relieve. How many could there be? Drunk? I can't afford to waste my youth.
Bao Si said: The first flower is beautiful and beautiful, and the four seasons are full of love. I really want to talk more. Thinking of Ziyan again and again, who could not think of spring? But how can this matter affect you? A flower with fragrance, sometimes heard a leaf fall, what is the bottom of the flower thousands of strands of parting feelings? Since then, he has been old. That spring flower is so beautiful, how is it a different kind of flower on the brocade? But for whom, scattered, for whom? Or is spring too lonely? Lonely flowers show the state of spring, wild grass covered the field, but it is to look at the spring red flowers fall season, easy to let down who? Flowers fall from the wind, how many scenes in the past? But leave me alone, who will be with me? At the end of the third spring, I heard the rain alone. Did the sound of the rain all night scare me into a dream? Or are you just afraid that the flowers will fall asleep at night? How could he be calm? In the midst of the perverse wind and clouds.
Si Zengjian said," Hearing you say that, it's as if I can see the fallen leaves sighing with the wind. The sad plot splashed up and shattered the blurred love bit by bit." It seemed that no matter how reluctant he was, he had to face it calmly. He had to be less worried and more relieved. To live a light life, there would be flowers in spring, cool breezes in summer, bright moons in autumn, and white snow in winter.
"Everyone knows it, but it's hard to do it. Looking at the gentle moon shadow, quietly guarding the sky, how could spring stay? Or how can we live together in spring? Every time the flower bloomed, it was the most perfect bloom. A flower, beautiful for that encounter, but still the same as before, and finally fell into the dust, who is poignant and beautiful? Even if it was piled up in words, it was a line of longing, and it could not be cleaned up.”As Bao Si spoke, she frowned again.
Si Zengjian said,"I got anxious when I saw you frown." Alright, let's talk about something happy.
Bao Si said,"Some thoughts seem normal." But from the bottom of his heart, he was also heartbroken. Ten years of sleep and dream, may not feel long. However, as time passed by, tears would wet his clothes. The oath was settled in the past, leaving only a few lines of poetry. With sorrow in her heart, she left the war for a few years. She missed him a thousand times and suffered a thousand times. However, her tears were soaked in red gauze and she choked on her words.
Si Zengjian said,"Alright, don't say anymore. I can't bear to see you sad." There was no experience in life that could not be overcome, only oneself that could not be overcome. Don't torture yourself with the memories of the past.
Bao Si said," The hardest thing in life is to choose. The hardest thing is to give up. You want me to laugh it off? How is that possible?" It was all because of this hazy spring, the warmth of one's heart, and the heartache. Why is this spring's beauty tied to human feelings? What is the same heart? Who could have known how much sorrow there would be in this life? How can bitterness and hatred be calm? I can't help but feel sad for spring. Only then did I know that I would rather not miss you and not touch the word love. But now it was so painful that it made people cry. She still couldn't get out of it.
Si Zeng said anxiously,"I'm really afraid of your anxious look." My heart aches when you're anxious. I really wish that we would meet in the spring scenery. I wish that your smile would bring out the joy of the spring breeze. You are still the most beautiful fragrance when the mountains and rivers are quiet.
"Look at the spring flowers on the branches. Even if there are not many flowers, they are still rubbed by the wind. Look at this shore Liu Yiyi drag down, how many sentimental catkins, but also not a lot of sorrow; Seeing these insects and birds make a mess, it seems that there is much joy, but it is not urging spring to go.”As Bao Si spoke, she had already arrived at the cliff. Looking at the moon, she jumped down in a drunken beauty.
Si Zeng saw it and woke up in a hurry. It was just a dream.
Si Zeng saw that it was still late at night when he woke up, so he pushed his sleeping wife beside him.
Si Zeng saw his wife Qian Chi being pushed awake and asked," What's the matter?
Si Zeng Jian said,"Just now, I dreamed of a beautiful woman called Bao Si." However, she is as good looking as my sister Wu Chen.
Qian Chi said,"You woke me up just for this?"
Si Zeng Jian said,"I don't know why, but I often dream of Sister Wu Chen. Her voice and smile can't be erased from my heart. I think it's extremely painful."
Qian Chi said," Now that he is a member of the Marquis Manor, his life is better than yours. Maybe he is enjoying a good life now!" Is a woman in another man's arms worth thinking about?
Si Zeng Jian said,"Even if her life is better, she's still someone else's servant. How can she be better?" She was also a pitiful woman. Why would a woman make things difficult for a woman? Although we are poor, we still live a free life. She was different. She served people carefully. If she was not careful, she might lose her life.
"Look at my family's life. How good can it be? You don't have anything to eat and drink. You're about to lose your life, yet you're still thinking about others. I know that you two had a relationship before, but weren't you two not together? You miss her, but does she miss you? She might be lying in another man's arms now. You treat her as your sister, but you're not the same mother after all, and you don't have the same surname. What brother or sister? Speaking of which, even if she is your sister, do you think she is your brother? Have I given you any benefits? You woke me up in the middle of the night and talked about irrelevant people. You used to have such thoughts. You should think about how to earn money to support your family!”After Qian Chi finished speaking, she turned around and faced her husband with her butt. Then, she went to sleep.
Si Zeng saw that he had been scolded by his wife and remained silent, but he opened his eyes until dawn.
At daybreak, Bao Si came to the Si family to see Si Zengjian and his wife. She couldn't believe that her once handsome and young brother had aged so quickly, like a little old man. Life was too hard.
Si Zeng Jian looked at the sister in his heart. She was still so young and beautiful. For a moment, he did not know what to say and stood there blankly.
Si Zeng Jian's wife was envious of the beautiful Bao Si and admired her gorgeous clothes. She smiled warmly and said," Ouch! Where did such a handsome person come from? It was truly beautiful beyond compare.
Si Zeng Jian introduced,"This is my sister Wu Chen."
Si Zeng Jian's wife quickly held his hand and said," I said go. Hurry up and do it, my sister Wu Chen.
Bao Si sat down.
Si Zeng Jian's wife sat beside him and said," No wonder he often misses you and says how good his sister is and how filial she is to her mother. Today, he saw his fairy-like sister, so beautiful and generous. This person! A good heart is a good appearance. If the heart was beautiful, the person would be beautiful. It's that! Appearance is born from the heart!
When Si Zeng saw Bao Si, he felt a little distant, but he still stood there.
Si Zeng Jian's wife saw her husband standing there in a daze and said," Why are you still standing here? Why aren't you pouring water for Sister Wu Chen?
Si Zeng Jian heard this and wanted to leave.
Bao Si hurriedly said,"No need, we're all family."
Si Zeng pretended not to hear her and went out. After a while, he brought back some tea. Seeing that his wife and his sister Wu Chen were chatting happily, he walked over and said, The house didn't have any good tea leaves and it wasn't like the Marquis Manor. This is the best. You'd better make do with it!
"Aiyo! These words were out of the ordinary. They were all sisters, so what was there to be polite about?”Bao Si stood up halfway and was pulled down by Si Zeng Jian's wife," Sister, sit down. Go out and let me talk to my sister.
"Ai!" Si Zeng Jian replied and turned to leave.
Si Zengjian's wife said,"I feel that you look familiar when I see such a beautiful girl. Where have I seen you before?" She couldn't remember where she had seen him before. Of course, we haven't met before. It seems that we were born with fate and talked to you.
Si Zeng saw that he hadn't gone out yet and could still hear some of his wife's words. Really, sigh!
Si Zengjian walked out of the door and looked at the broad daylight. Sister Wu Chen, we seem to have changed. We no longer have each other.
Zi Buyu came over and asked with a smile,"I've seen you before, brother. You still know me?"
Si Zeng saw him and said with a smile,"How can I not know you? Aren't you Zi Buyu's brother?" Where's your Young Master?
Zi Buyu smiled and nodded. My young master is busy and doesn't have time to come.
Si Zengjian asked,"Oh!" By the way, did my Wu Chen receive the Empress 'approval? That was why he was lucky enough to have the opportunity to come back to visit his family.
Zi Buyu smiled and said,"Yes, because she is intelligent, she is appreciated by the Empress." Otherwise, who would have such a good opportunity? the wind is still blowing and the scenery is shining.
"Oh!" Si Zeng thought to himself," I'm relieved now. As long as Sister Wu Chen was fine, it was better than anything else.
At this moment, Si Zeng Jian turned around and saw that Bao Si seemed to have wiped her tears away but was smiling at others. His wife also wiped the corners of her eyes with her hand. He concluded that they were talking about something sad and asked anxiously," What happened to you guys?
Si Zeng saw that his wife was a little embarrassed when she heard that. He even smiled embarrassedly and said, It was nothing.
Bao Si smiled and said,"I want to visit my mother's grave before I leave."
Si Zeng Jian didn't think too much about it and was about to lead them to the Zhu family's tomb.
Si Zeng saw that his wife didn't follow him to the grave and said that she wanted to prepare food at home, so he asked Si Zeng Jian to accompany Bao Si.
On the way, Bao Si asked Si Zeng Jian,"Where are Third Brother and the others?" Why weren't they here?
Si Zengjian said,"They went to the streets just now. They didn't know you were coming. Otherwise, they would have gone to the streets."
Bao Si asked again, Are they doing well?
Si Zengjian said,"They're doing well."
After burning the paper, Bao Si looked into the distance and said," Looking at each other on the distant water, I feel like I'm alone in a boat. Accompanied by sentimental birds, the river island soaring strong fly. How many people were envious of that glory? Everyone sees the good scenery, but who knows the depression and the sea song? I yearn for the strings of Aoli. At this time, the words of parting feelings are long and sincere. Why is it difficult to calm the hatred of parting? Every night I dream of smoke and radish, asking who the moon is for? It's like a wild goose rarely passing by, but its hometown is thousands of miles away. How good was Tuan Tuan's clear shadow? Parting will be sad and tormented by parting, unable to bear to say goodbye, but also have to say goodbye, how can it be sad?
Si Zeng Jian heard Bao Si's words and said," Looking at the green mountains, the small bridge and the flowing water, the willows and willows dancing in the wind. Once the catkins and flowers fly, just to please the distant sky.
Bao Si said,"I recall the past at a loss. How many times has the world changed?" I feel sad for the past, but it is only a piece of broken mountain and water. When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? Yesterday and today, it had been a thousand years of laughter.
Si Zengjian said: How many fights between the rich and the poor? What's the point of fighting for fame and fortune? A few hurried lines of names? Behind him are countless barren hills. A dream soul was awakened, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone. One must know whether success or failure was right or wrong, and who was strong and who was weak should stop. Although a love is beautiful, it is difficult to paint it, but it is sad to fall into a smile. Leaving the river and returning to the river, how could it be said on the roadside bridge? How many morning and evening did her face shed tears? my infatuated children finally leave in silence. All night long, the sea is deep, don't worry about how long you'll be here?
Hearing this, Bao Si said,"There are many branches in the painting, and no one can shake it." Did he stop fantasizing about a gentleman after walking out of the painting? What about that once flirtatious man? Seeing the world's supper long, to whom do you want to talk? If you don't move, there won't be many good things. I wavered when I entered the painting, and I became crazy when I looked at plums to quench my thirst./ I think you have a heart. When has your heart been like mine? My heart has become a dead pond, who is the one who ripples? If you don't want to embellish it, what's the harm in mentioning the past? His heart was already hurt enough, so who would he show it to? How many tears have been shed in pain? There is nothing in the world that is the most passionate. It is like rebirth after crossing the tribulation of love./ If you miss this life and hope for the next life, how many people will see it again in the next life? Infatuation is a ruthless disturbance, ruthless love who indulge in love? Three lifetimes, three lifetimes, who had it? Three lives on the stone have names? The world is confused by love, waiting for the next life. The love of a hundred generations is not busy enough, and the next life is a joke. Dead, dead, dust, why bother struggling?/ Although the feelings in this life are bitter, it is a pity to miss this life. There is nothing in the world that is as strong as love, and sweet and beautiful is hidden inside. Gains and losses are all in a single thought, turning around is a stranger. The opportunity was right in front of him, and it was a pity to part ways. It seemed like the situation was difficult to grasp, but he couldn't help but look at it. Devoted love is man-made, and it is difficult to stop it when it is triggered.
Bao Si didn't return to the Si family. On the way, she tearfully parted with Si Zengjian. Before she left, her messenger Buyu gave Si Zengjian's family 40 gold shells and Si Zengjian's family 10 gold shells to live on.
In the carriage, Bao Si's heart was saying," I've seen my brother before. I just want to live a peaceful life. I don't want to be invaded by the slightest dust. I'm content with living in a thatched cottage with bamboo fences." Perhaps our understanding was wrong, but this re-visit has added vicissitudes. Sometimes I don't understand where we came from and where we turned to leave.
Si Zeng Jian watched Bao Si leave in the carriage and his heart sank. Now I know that I was wrong at that time, and when I look back at the place where my heart is broken, my mood is sad and confused, and I can't help but shed tears.
Bao Si said: Laugh at me for being sentimental, laugh at me now, let down the love heart, touch the heart and hurt, empty tears wet clothes.
Si Zeng Jian replied," Sister Wu Chen, you always appear with the sun. When a beautiful breeze comes, the flowers will be fragrant, the butterflies will dance with it, and the birds will chirp." Why wouldn't I cherish such a beauty and lose her? If he could see through everything, how could there be so many love tragedies? I might be one of them. Although she was with someone else, her heart was with you. The sea of humanity is deep, but it is not half as deep as yearning.
Bao Si lifted the curtain and looked outside. An inch of time is fragrant, how many desolate lives have been stored? How could it be as if he was the only one who had seen the vicissitudes of life? Shallow pour low hum, full of melancholy, sad spring like fireworks, light negative affection, how to embroider the quilt with nostalgia?
Si Zeng couldn't see Bao Si's carriage and looked around. Shaking off the dust of this life, I want to ask how many strands of silk sorrow? Which sorrow could lead this spring breeze to the tip of the pen? An inexplicable throbbing, how many opportunities were there in the rainy season of longing? Who is it whose cold and tearful loneliness disturbed the poem of love? The imprint of the moist sea of the heart, how many flowers of yesterday, is it only to sigh that the flower can not understand the language?
Bao Si thought to herself, Who has seen through the desolation and laughed that love no longer lasts? Who would watch the Marquis of the Vast Sea return year after year? Knowing that all my life is in vain? How many long-lasting longing, why is it sad floating and sinking? Who was the one who accepted whose calamity, and whose obsession was it that became? I don't know where I'm going, but I'm crying before I say anything.
Si Zeng Jian thought to himself,'The bitter tears of the world of mortals, all paid to the fallen flowers, who did the flowers provoke?' What is the heartbreak among the flowers? For a moment, the mood was uncertain, but the moon was in tune, and the words of hatred were endless. Could there be a trace between his eyebrows? Forming a relationship with the world, yearning endless place, that special liking, is the heart under the eyebrows? I have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and I have missed you hundreds of times. Why do you sigh when your lover is cut off? In this world, what you lose should be reaped by yourself, so what does it matter? It was all man-made.
Baosi thought to herself, Last night in my dream, my thoughts drifted in, and the mountains and rivers smiled in the misty rain. Persevering in this journey, worthy of envy good karma, love but can not wake up. There was a limit to how much it could carry, but it could not be controlled. How much was left to carry? Too many things that didn't belong to him, yet he couldn't let go of them. How could the pain and torture of his obsession be reduced? Why leave only one person with melancholy?
Si Zeng saw his wife Zhi Baosi's car drive away and wiped his tears as he said," Sister Wu Chen's life was really bitter. It was troublesome to be beautiful.
Si Zeng Jian heard this and asked,"What do you mean?"
Si Zeng Jian's wife said,"Sister Wu Chen told me not to tell you."
Si Zeng Jian asked anxiously,"What does she want you to tell me?"
Si Zengjian's wife said,"She's gone. It's fine to tell you." She had originally hoped to be with the lord's son, but who knew that the lord was under house arrest by the emperor, and Empress Jiang had offered her up to save the lord. What kind of logic was this? These men were useless, but they had to rely on women to save them? He was really shameless.
When Si Zengjian heard this, he thought to himself,'No wonder I was so teary when I saw her just now.' She cried in front of her mother's grave, but her heart was bitter! He forced a smile in front of others. But we have people and feelings. Once we miss them, they won't come back. Why do I think so? Have I changed? Did I understand?
During the Lantern Festival, Hong De did not go out. Instead, he stayed in his palace and looked outside. The enchanting bright moon had a clear charm, but it had settled into a meaningful warmth. This was a beautiful day. However, in these years, he suddenly realized that it was too late. How many sorrows were there in the past? How much helplessness was there in her sigh? She hid the smile in her tears and picked it up as she lost it. The lingering feelings made one's heartstrings messy. He lamented the irreparable regrets in his life. They still lingered in his heart and could not be forgotten.
Bao Si didn't leave her room, thinking,"I thought that with you (referring to Hong De), my days would be peaceful and beautiful. We are destined to be separated, so why can't I let go until now? Who knows that the world is not controlled by people, let people sigh and worry in vain, how many tears in vain, wet sleeves, in vain broken soul intestines.
Honder pushed open his palace door and walked out. There is no place in the world for lovesickness, an inch of lovesickness has thousands of threads, how can there be no arrangement in the world? A cup of wine into the heart, can actually turn into tears of yearning, who knows the long road, the soul flying bitter? Moved sorrow song is to search in two places, but is also love afraid to lovesickness road? Who knows the longing that seeps into my bones? What is the endless tears of love? Was fate testing people's greed? Tired love, who picked it up and who threw it away? Who forgets the past, who always cares? Remembering the time, who was lovesick and who was in love? Who stirred up the storm and who made love? Who holds a love letter and who writes a poem? Who is drowning in love, who is picking love flowers?
Bao Si had a lot on her mind. I want to say that my heart is broken, how many tears can limit my hatred? His heart couldn't help but feel sad, but where did the sorrow come from? Since there are no traces of you in the world, why are the memories of the past still engraved in the corners of the sea? There is your shadow in my tears, and there is the time of appointment in my tears. Why can't I meet you in time? It was still a blank Yearning Curse. How could the predestined fate of the previous life go with the wind? I can only use my tears to seep into your soul bit by bit, but I can't touch you. In this world, only the word love is the hardest to engrave. In order to continue the dream in my heart, I will write you in my tears. Even if I use tears to welcome the tomorrow that I can't see. With infatuated tears waiting for the rain of love, but it is difficult to deceive the heart that has traces, why do you lose each other when your heart is not on the ground? Give time a shallow look back, give yourself a smile, even if there is no trace of the world, you must use tears to meet, you must also use tears to repay this marriage, but how can you use two feelings to achieve?
Hong De had unknowingly arrived at Bao Si's residence. He did not enter, but he saw that Bao Si was writing something with the brush in her hand. Looking at her expression, as she lowered her eyebrows and nodded, it was as if she was picking up a few broken shadows of time, weaving a half-curtain dream, filling in a few clear words, as if she wanted to silently sit and grow old. Look at her cold and elegant, not competing with the flowers, not competing with the prosperity, not competing with the spring red, not competing with the green leaves. The more she looked like this, the more beautiful she looked, as if she wanted to dance with the wind, but she was blooming gracefully.
How could Bao Si continue writing? His heart was boiling with thoughts, thinking of the infinite tenderness planted in my heart, why did all of it become pure tears? Lonely and sorrowful feelings, accumulated sorrow and hatred, but even if the love is deep, how can the fate be shallow and not regret the yearning? A city's yearning is difficult to ink, who is gently wiping these tears of yearning? Who was the one who made this wish for the end of time? However, he could not forget this love, but his heartbroken dreams and bitter thoughts did not decrease. Since this feeling could not be eliminated, how could a touching love sentence be infinitely sad? Knowing that the body is always in love, why is it touching the scene? The recollection of the past was filled with regret, and all the experiences and thoughts were just like a spring dream? There is no date to ask you to return, but my heart is hurt, and my tears are like a fountain. Shrouded in a faint sadness, but knowing that the past could not be repeated? Inextinguishable thoughts surrounded him, but he knew that he couldn't get out of the cracks. How can I be sad when I wake up from a dream? Can think of can be expected but can not reach, directly express the heart, who knows lonely lonely clear? Endless tears, endless hatred, but the affectionate words were endless. Who knows the pain in my heart? Even the bright moon could not relieve the pain of parting hatred.
Hong De didn't know what Bao Si was thinking, but he looked at the beauty and thought," Looking at her standing there, it was as if every morning light was shining brightly, and it was as if she was gorgeous and boundless. Seeing her holding the pen in her hand, it was noisy. The vanity returned to calmness, and the wind and moon in the world seemed to gradually warm up at any time. It also seemed to take away the cool spring rain and bring back the warmth of spring. Suddenly looking back, birds and flowers, birds singing and swallows dancing, painting a lifetime of love. As long as she picked up the brush, let a part sink into the bottom of her heart, let a part flow with the water, and set a part towards spring, there would be waves of ripples: Everything revives, grass grows, orioles fly
Bao Si put down her brush and sat in front of the mirror again. She wanted to sleep but got up again. How many times have I seen it? Just as he was about to say it out loud, he swallowed his words. Intoning a thousand times, the pen is about to fall, but the melancholy is added one by one. The green mountains and green waters were quiet, the wind, flowers, snow, and moon were idle, but he did not know why he felt this way. Boundless rivers and mountains, grass color, smoke light, light and light, always flowing water and flowers, spring has gone, but with the meaning of sorrow and joy. Who is the one who brings the wind and moon into drunkenness to fill the dream? Time was lost, time was drunk. Life is like flowers in March, like flying flowers scattered like smoke, always leaving people's tears stained with frost forest drunk. Sighing, sighing, sighing.
Hong De walked into Bao Si's residence, but he couldn't enter. With the help of the candlelight in the room, he looked at the beauty's restless expression and said to himself," Seeing that she was not sleeping well, her brows were furrowed, and the water in her eyes was about to flow, she looked at her thin self in the mirror, and her heart was filled with sorrow. Once, because of her, every corner of his heart was filled with sunshine, and it was bright and beautiful. Because of her, his life was like a rainbow, and his heart was as warm as spring. It felt like every journey through the mountains and rivers was like the season of blooming flowers, as if they fell into the tender feelings of the picturesque scenery. He really wanted to hold her soul and embrace her heart, holding the prosperous years together like a song, and the journey was full of poetry. However, some pain was destined from the beginning, and the outcome was already determined at first glance.
Bao Si went to take a brush again and sighed," The spring scenery of this school entered the poem, but who knew that the wind blew the residual shadow and broke the poem. I want to write a letter to comfort my loneliness. Why should I lower my eyebrows and swallow my voice to ask why the flowers don't bloom? The spring scenery was filled with lovesickness. Others chased after him, but he was sad. I really want to write a few poems in a painting, but my strong feelings have not diminished, but I have aroused my yearning. Who knows what kind of mood you have? The spring breeze, but hurt their own heart. Drunken eyes on the branches of a tree, a flower with fragrance, a tender feeling that has been worn out for years. It was just a hundred years of reincarnation, but time had already become a passer-by in the clouds and rivers.
Honder's heart ached when he saw the beauty, and he did not want to enter and make her sad. Looking at the sea of love and hatred, who knows that the years have changed? Seeing flowers bloom and fall, crushed into dust, who knows how to turn to the end of the world? Clouds go to nowhere to find, startled dream how much more sorrow? Heartless tears? Could it be said that he had let Shaohua down? What did he mean? He believed that the heavens had other plans, and that what he had lost would return in another way. How was that possible? I still remember the time when you looked back and smiled, a smile that could topple a city. That day, there was a sudden earthquake that shocked us so much that we hugged each other. That was the most romantic, but also the most heartbreaking. If you truly loved someone, even if you lied to the whole world, you could not lie to your own heart. He had asked for it, so why should he cry out? Since he was the one who wanted to give up, he couldn't have so much. Why did he have to ask for so much?
Bao Si felt very bitter in her heart,'How can I count the time in such a short time?' After a few twists and turns. How many rounds of time has the world cleansed? Sigh, a past, a few circles of ripples. How many people can know the tears of three thousand infatuated people? How can the old years still be quiet? How can we wait for the passing of time in this dreary scene? But I can't get away from the shadow falling on the earth. How can I sweep away the dust in my heart after a season of sorrow and resentment? Who was it that opened the flower night, the cloud dream vowed to never regret the love of three lifetimes? Drunken life and dreams, a lifetime of love overflowing with tears, but shattered and fell to the ground. Just to wait for an agreement, who's hand did I take through the clouds and fog? This feeling is still unending, this meaning is unforgettable, just for that lifetime promise, but who are we facing? A broken shadow, a wind flower, just waiting to see who will accompany the world of mortals, for whom to be haggard, for whom to be confused by tears, whose life is still not as good as a drunken Jianghu.
Honder's heart was also in pain,'What's there to complain about? Every step today is paying for every choice I made before.' She didn't expect that the word love would always confine a person's heart and soul. She thought that she could let herself go, but she couldn't escape the shackles of love. I believe that meeting you is a chance encounter for my soul. I'm confident that I won't be influenced by external forces. She thought that love was a matter between two people, and she even fantasized about using the most beautiful emotion to cover the boundless time. I didn't want my fate to be arranged by others, but I became a passer-by of time. Love was the deepest understanding in the mortal world, but why bother to be infatuated? I was most afraid of not being able to see your true face when I was wandering all the way. I felt lost because I was always in the wrong answer. How could the initial heart that was tightly held not be able to resist the temptation of reality? Time always had a kind of constraint that made people feel so lost that they lost their place.
Bao Si thought to herself,'I thought you could accompany me through the thousands of mountains and rivers, accompany me through the endless years.' Who knew that my heart was unclear, and I couldn't see a single heartlessness? My heart quivered as I saw it by chance that day. I held my breath but everything became blurred in a blink of an eye. How many infatuations were there in this ancient city? Inexplicable melancholy and pity?
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