On the fifteenth day, the palace maids went to Ganlu Temple to pray for the concubine and burn incense as usual, and they would not come back in the evening. [26nbsp;]
Just after noon, the third prince brought a guqin and a good pipa. He seemed to be very interested. He stroked his fingers over the strings and made a long echo: "Little Loli, I sing for you today.
A song.”
If I had known that the Third Prince was the most leisurely among the royal children, it was the first time that Shui Lian heard him play the piano.
He played and sang:
If we don’t meet in life, we will move like participating in business.
What night will be the next day? Let’s share this candlelight.
When can I be young and strong, my hair is already gray.
When I visited the old half, I was a ghost, and exclaimed that I was hot and my heart was hot.
How could I know that I would return to the Gentleman Hall for twenty years?
When I parted with you, my children suddenly became married.
Yiran respected my father and asked me where I came from.
The question and answer were not over, so I drove my son to drink wine.
The night rain cuts the spring leeks, and the yellow millet is in the new cooking.
The Lord said that meeting was difficult, and he drank ten cups of wine in one go.
I didn’t get drunk even if I had ten cups of wine, and I felt that I had a long time intentionally.
Tomorrow is separated by mountains and the world is in vain.
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Shuilian looked at the sunset slowly, and she was so crazy about hearing it.
Tomorrow is separated by mountains and the world is in vain!!!
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Pipa, spring shirt, snow-white hands.
Shui Lian sat opposite her, not holding her pipa half-covered, but tilting her head, completely revealing her slightly cunning girl's face, singing a song "Midnight Music":
The sunny weather, the smoke and breeze are warm, and the fragrance of the suburbs is clear and leisurely. The pavilions are gradually decorated, and the trees are unkempt. The dancing waist is trapped, the weeping willows are reflected in green, the shallow peaches are covered with plum blossoms, countless tender reds are seen. The beautiful swallows are flowing orioles are
Fighting bilingual.
In this regard, the good scenery suddenly felt the calm and caused me sorrow. I thought about it, where is the lightness? When I was patient, I was lonely and let my boy go leisurely. I looked at the extreme of the sky and returned to the evening of the setting sun. Where did I know the joy of the waves and the wind stalks go.
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Her tunes are sad, and it seems that she sighs that the beauty is growing old and youth is fleeting.
Perhaps thinking of the vast future, she held the pipa and looked at the moonlight in a daze.
It was also like this moonlit night. She knocked a man with a big stick and was filled with fragrance... The beautiful days in the small dark room, one seven-day holiday and another seven-day holiday, endless lingering, endless
The two of them are happy, thinking that they will be a lifetime... But those are already in the past!!
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I can lock my pen; why can't I lock love and sadness