It is peach blossom, one or two, wet the curtains of the deep boudoir. A lark sounded, a sirloin sounded, and a sang a trance of the old dream of the woman. At the opening of the secluded window, a pair of soft and boneless plain hands tied with the lonely red of the garland tass

is peach blossom, one, two flowers, wet the curtains of the deep boudoir. A lark sounded, a sirloin sounded, and a sang a trance of the old dream of the woman. At the opening of the secluded window, a pair of soft and boneless plain hands tied with the lonely red of the garland tassels. The mirror of the phoenix is ​​not open, and the zither is not ringing. Whose brow draws the affection like a cloud? At the age of seven or eight, Ziyi lost her mother's protection. After the sudden loss of relatives in the innocent years, the little girl's heart was filled with sadness and loneliness.

Fortunately, Brother Yunruo is here. The handsome boy with a clean smile, although he was born in a humble background, had the delicateness and elegance that ordinary boys did not have. It seems like I am a distant relative of my stepmother, so I come and walk around from time to time. At that time, Ziyi was timid, cowardly, autistic and arrogant, but her father was harsh and her stepmother was vicious. The days of walking on thin ice plundered the joy of childhood. Her world was only gray and silent black and white. Everything fell into the boy's deep eyes. He cared and tolerated, in addition to the girl's bottomless melancholy, there was also arrogance, paranoidness and indifference that kept people thousands of miles away.

So, Zi Yi's life, due to Yun Ruo's intervention, added a little soft, warm and bright smell. Happy days are always fleeting. At the age of fourteen or five, the originally graceful purple Yi has become more charming. Although it is not common to meet, Yun Ruo's eyes looked at her more gentle and deeper. The daughter's heart, dyed with love, embroidered with lovesickness and joy under the green lattice window, in front of the candlelight.

But there was a thunderbolt in the sky. First, Brother Yun Ruo disappeared, and then the royal palace's proposal post was on the table. Sixteen-year-old Ziyi was pawned by her parents who were clinging to the dragon and phoenix to make her happy and strangled her hope. No matter how many reluctances are, a sedan chair still ends the unfinished love between the two people. Thinking of death, but the struggle for death brought about the dislike of my husband and a new love. In less than half a year, Zi Yi became an abandoned wife in the deep sea of ​​the Marquis, which also enabled her to freely and independent in the world of thought.

The royal palace, which is surrounded by a vast palace, imprisons Zi Yi's body, but cannot imprison the crazy growing heart of longing. A woman who has experienced life and death has become a woman who has become indifferent to glory and wealth. Only lovesickness has become a totem above life. She has delivered and converted herself again and again in the long silent night. On the day when the flowers bloom, fold the peach blossoms; on the day when the rain falls, cut the sycamore tree indiscriminately. When you burn incense, you are in the scriptures; when you ask the moon, you are in your heart. Look at the mountain and the water, how many times do you dream about you? Yunruo, are you okay? After years of sight, your purple one has been expanded by the world's love, and has become a bamboo stick in the wind. Looking at it every night, the blue sky and the blue sea.

Zi'er, my Zi'er. I'm here, always there. The east wind that year blew evil, you entered the Marquis's Gate, and I sank the sea of ​​the world. The broken heart cannot withstand the torment of lovesickness, and I fall into the boundless cycle of reincarnation. After many twists and turns, I turned into a white lotus in front of your window, reciting you day and night. Is it you, Yun Ruo? The little lotus under the pond in front of my window is the most graceful flower in the evening breeze. When you are happy, you dance with me, and when you are sad, you dance with me. In the evening or morning light, the affectionate and lingering look, cleansing away the sorrow in my heart and the filth of the world.

is me, Ziyi. The Buddha's kneeling five hundred times before was exchanged for the silent singing of the morning song in this life. For this reason, I am willing to cut off three thousand prosperity in the world, just to be with you forever, and to live and die in a great way. No, clouds, my clouds. I would rather stay alone at the green lamp and sit in loneliness than you want to have the tortoiseshell robe and the soft waves of the sea of ​​mirrors. In this life, I owe you too much, too much. Although I am unwilling to give up, I just hope that you will have a bowl of Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge, and your soul will be trusted from now on and will no longer wander. How can I, my Zi'er? One look is joyful, one look is thousands of years. The love debts in this life are destined to hold hands and rely on each other. No matter how glory, no matter how far away, no matter how youth is in full bloom, no matter how old you are, you are the promise in the wind that I have been thinking about.

Yunruo, my closest brother... Zi'er, don't cry, don't be sad. The sky is big and the earth is big, and the love is deep; the mountains are long and the water is always there, and no matter how time is wasted. Time has transformed my human form. Even if the word "heart" turns into ashes, my soul will hang on the branches of time and chant for you in my life.Brother Yunruo... Zi'er, you have to remember. Don't ask about the return date, because I have never left. When I miss me, I am in the clouds, when I miss me, I am in the East. I was in your dream, gently and gently. Gently and, gently and...