The boring time will always make people feel confused. The thoughts that can't be dismissed often make people forget the length of the years, and don't know whether the days are going fast or slow.
The worldly affairs will disturb people's minds and make people feel affectionate. That kind of helpless feeling often makes people want to escape; at the same time, that kind of worrying feeling makes people addicted to it and can't stop.
Faint dust dances in the soft light, like light smoke pervading the wilderness. Walking in it, the smoke is overwhelming, making people in a trance and psychedelic. Those past times, present times, and future times are like dreams and bubbles, making people unaware of what the heart hopes, what the gods rely on, and where the steps are.
The tall palace willow, with long branches hanging down, and its graceful figure make people feel very cordial. Walking by the willow, you can't feel any arrogance in the willow tree at all, all you can experience is her low-key elegance and warmth. The young leaves of the willow tree seem to be cut neatly. The long strips of willows are as green as newly dyed silk ribbons, and the greasy greenness is very eye-catching. Thinking of the sentence about willows in the "Book of Songs", I can't help but feel emotional and confused.
The railings by the Doya Pond are still the same, and they are high and low due to the different terrains. In the old days of duck fighting, the laughter of everyone gathering together on the fence seems to still linger in my ears. It's spring again. Although the time is like yesterday, things are different. Without the company and laughter of the past, this heart, like the railing, is uneven. Because of restlessness, this spring seems to be full of twists and turns, and it lacks too much moving atmosphere.
The scenery outside will only make people feel sad about the scenery and difficult to get rid of their emotions. There is no other way, let's sit in silence.
Sitting silently, still boring.
Gentle breeze blows the embroidered curtain. My heart skipped a beat, did Yi Ren return? The body is still sitting firmly, secretly laughing at his idiot, at this time, where will anyone come? Look at the embroidered curtain that is slightly wrinkled by the breeze. Although I haven't looked in the mirror, think about my brow at this time, it probably looks like this.
In the sky outside, the blue sky is thousands of miles away. I don't know where the blue bird is flying from and where is it flying to? Who will know where it is? How can it not bring a piece of paper or words to comfort my lovesickness.
After sitting idle for a while, I felt a little sleepy, and didn't want to lie down with my clothes on, so I leaned gently against the silver-encrusted screen.
I don't want to, I fell asleep leaning against the screen. Not only fell asleep, but also had a dream. The story of the King of Chu dreaming of the Goddess of Wushan has always been a blessing in my heart. I don¡¯t want to think that this beautiful event will be re-enacted in my body today.
Before the dream was finished, he was awakened by the clear and crisp bird call.
After waking up, I was a little annoyed, annoyed by the uninterested oriole on the branch, disturbing my dream. Orioles don't care if you dream or not, they are still jumping and singing happily on the branches, singing endlessly.
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? Qing Ping Le [Dianlu Youzuo] Zhang Xiaoxiang
Light dust flutters. The palace willow is sluggish and green. Duck Fighting Langan Chunjie Song. The forehead is embroidered by the breeze.
Green clouds and green wings have no proof. Sleepy to lean on the silver screen. Chu Meng is not banned from the Spring Festival Gala, but the oriole is still singing. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com