Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 224 (Half a misty rain)
I would like to get drunk in the depths of lotus root flowers.

The peach blossoms are gone, and the pillow is hidden in the fleeting years.When the flowers on Moshang were blooming that year, a beautiful and graceful woman came to the world from a family in Mingshui Town, Zhangqiu, Shandong.After many years, she grows into a woman with a beautiful appearance and a talent handed down from generation to generation, nourishing the boring fleeting years, astonishing the vulgar world of mortals, leaving a soul-stirring legend that resounds through the clouds.Leaning on the door, looking back and sniffing green plums.

At dusk, the moon is full and the flowers are good.Finally met, that one is the predestined person who is destined.He and her, from the acquaintance in the youthful age to the warm dependence after marriage, spent a period of happy newlywed years in the prosperous and profound Bianjing.The sadness of girlhood is finally condensed into the fragrance of ink between the lines, dipped in emotion, writing the world of mortals stroke by stroke.Girly style, wit and beauty.In the world, there is another couple with deep affection.Who in the cloud sends brocade books.

Jiangmei has thanked, but hearts are not open.Just like the beauty in the world, it is always fleeting.Just like she and Mingcheng, the red candle was soft, the two fell in love, and finally fell apart.The Yuanyou incident happened, the mandarin ducks were torn apart, and Li Qingzhao's life couldn't bring any more warmth.Waiting has become the most helpless worry for a young woman.Waiting for the spring breeze, waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the cherry blossoms to seep through the forest and dye them all, presumably at that time, he will be on the road to reunion with a bright smile.

Don't say goodbye to the beautiful face in the mirror, know the time from afar, and dream drunk Qilu.The ten years in Qingzhou can be described as the most satisfying years in Li Qingzhao's life.She is still young and beautiful, and he can be by her side again.The two are good friends, and the love in the rivers and lakes is warm.If all encounters in life can be so sweet, then Li Qingzhao is not the Li Qingzhao passed down in history books.However, I still hope that there will be more such beauty in her years.It rains in the middle of the night on the sad pillow.

The mountains and rivers are clear and far away, and the fragrance is flowing.Finally set foot on the road to find him.Along the way, the stars and the moon were companions, and lovesickness never left, and autumn went to spring, and a series of worries that made her choke up without tears were buried.His love in the past was as deep as the sea, and at this moment, it cut her skin and heart so painfully.In the wild and chaotic, she had no one to rely on, only to hug her lonely self tightly.At that time, I finally understood that love is just a romance, full of chances of fate.Falling red all over the ground swing frame.

The mountains and rivers were broken, and the husband was killed.Born in troubled times, she failed to obtain a stable fleeting time in the end.That year, the plum blossoms bloomed, and she wanted to break the branches, but she held the early spring in her hand, but she had nowhere to post it, just like she had nowhere to put the rest of her life.The man left, leaving her helpless and alone.Since then, there is no spring in my heart, and Fangfei is gone.She kept thinking about him like this, shed tears and lived like years.For whom haggard loss Fangzi.

The mountains are empty and the rain is abundant.However, it was difficult to nourish her broken heart.This year, she lost her beloved, and she wandered alone in the troubled times.The night was cold and the wailing was endless.On the way to escape, she lost the treasure of her life, the witness of her love with Zhao Mingcheng.The years are ruthless, and the world of mortals is messy.In this bleakness, she is gradually getting old.Lonely and empty court spring is late.

The wind keeps the dust and fragrance, and the flowers and branches are scattered.She has reached her old age, and everything in the world, mourning or farewell, has been settled.In the years when she was supposed to live together, she was completely naked, secretly drifting away.The spring is late, and the flowers that I loved when I was young are blooming one after another, and they come to her appointment.In the silent valley, there is only a deserted echo.On a star-studded night, she finally turned into a pure lotus, looking at the gradually decadent Song Dynasty from a distance but firmly in the flames of war.

(End of this chapter)