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When Liu Liang was having dinner the next day, Liu Juan said that he had picked up two pieces of jadeite by the river. Inside the wool, there is greenery, so he knew it was a real guy, and he couldn't help laughing. He looked at his son and said, "Yes, you are still a god of wealth. Let's go to your uncle's house. I can finally stop It’s here now. Don’t look at those scumbags anymore,…”

As he spoke, he couldn't help crying.He put down the bottle and chanted aloud:

When is this hatred?

Dripping empty steps, colder and rainier, the weather for burying flowers.

Three years of long-term dreams, long-term dreams should wake up.

The material also feels that the world is tasteless.

It's not as good as the night, the platform is separated by dust, deserted, and a place of sorrow.

Chai tin appointment, actually abandoned!

If there is Pisces in Chongquan,

It is good to know him, who has been leaning on him for years of suffering and joy.

Since I turned around all night, I can't bear to listen to Xiangxian's heavy reasoning?

Waiting to get married, he is a confidant, and he is afraid that both of them will die,

No matter how fate is saved, there will be zero wind left in the moon.The tears are gone, and the paper is ashes.

Liu Juan knew that it was the [Witch Hazel Song], a representative work in Nalan Xingde's mourning poems.

Xingde's wife, Lu Shi, returned home at the age of 18. The husband and wife loved each other deeply, but it was a pity that they passed away after three years.

Nalan's poems are "sorrowful, stubborn and beautiful", and "unbelievable to read", which can be seen here.

Liu Juan knew that Nalan Xingde died at the age of 32, and the year he wrote the poem to mourn his death was 24 years old. It was a three-year sacrifice to write this song of "Golden Thread", and five years later, he himself would "bury his worries in the ground".

After Lu's death, he was actually "continued", but the wish of "becoming a confidant" and the feeling that "the world is tasteless" almost grabbed his heart in the last ten years or so.

Liu Liang likes Nalan Ci, and often gets drunk and cries without knowing it. Liu Liang often says that he is "not a rich flower in the world".

This is "Picking Mulberries.Plug the sentence in "Ode to Snowflakes", this frightening heart sound can be said to be the concentrated expression of an uncomfortable and restless soul.

"The Song of Hamamelis" is a representative work among the mourning works.

The word started abruptly: "When is this hatred?" My deepest, endless condolences.

As for what Liu Liang's "When is this hatred over?", Liu Juan naturally didn't know what it was referring to.

Xiao Hong smiled coldly: "What hatred do you have, you are a coward, you are a drunkard. Hate, what hatred do you have."

Liu Liang laughed loudly, and said loudly with tears in his eyes: "What hate do I have! What hate do I have!! Letting Xinliang down, Danyue Shuling had a dream.

The sycamore tree, the third watch rain.I don't know that love is suffering.Leaf by leaf, with a sound, the empty steps dripped into the light. "

Xiao Hong couldn't help crying, and said in a sharp voice: "It doesn't matter if you are talented, you don't know how to be a human being, do you know that this is a world of being a human being, you have no background, no money, and more importantly, you don't know how to be a human being?" If you know how to be a human being, you will never have a chance, and you will always be a useless person.”

Liu Liang laughed loudly: "I, Liu Liang, can't do it as a human being, as a corrupt official, as a shameless villain, as a hypocrite!"

Liu Juan shouted loudly: "What are you doing, Dad, are you still going to Uncle's place?

Liu Liang wiped away his tears and said, "Go, why not. My life is over, I still have a good son, I have no regrets in this life!"

Xiao Hong watched their father and son leave happily. She looked at the moonlight that was as cloudy as wine, and her heart was sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. For a moment, her mind went blank.