Prosperity and withering are in the way of heaven, like colorful butterflies in showers, looking for broad leaves for shelter, and drifting uncertainly. The beauty of colorful butterflies, looking for pollen to decorate the color, and then under the rain and wind, the prototype is revealed.

Towering pines and cypresses, the years are cold and know that they wither, and their shapes are simple and unpretentious.

Swinging clouds, chasing the wind and chasing the sun, the heart has no shape.

A small poem, used to point to the topic, this will tell the story of one or two lotus flowers. The colorful glow of the sunset is extraordinarily quiet, and the transcendent, in the last glimpse of this world, although there are no words, there seems to be a desolate piano sound. The sound of the piano comes from a lake near Caixia, and the willows in the west mountain are reflected in the blue waves, leisurely. Occasionally, clusters of flying flakes hovered over the lonely boat in the lake, as if they were being moved by the mournful and resolute sound of the piano. The woman in Fuqin was dressed in mourning clothes, with tears in her eyes, and the occasional afterglow in her eyes was looking forward to the man next to her. The man was dressed in court clothes, and his red look very inappropriate on this undisguised lonely boat and beside the woman in plain clothes. The man has poetry in his mouth and wine in his cup, his expression is sad, but his eyes wander in the scenery of this western mountain, and he is deeply reluctant to give up on the sunset.

When the piano reached the sad place, the woman sang: "The water and clouds are still there, the mountains and rivers are gone, and the soul is in a dream." The plum blossoms are gone, the spring sorrow is dark, and the sadness is full of spring breeze. The remnants of the sun are like a quilt, the crescent moon is like a bed, and the dream of mourning the homeland is still deep. Tomorrow and the present, the crane feathers in the sky will accompany Qin Lou to sing Wu songs. ”

Before the song stopped, the tears were washed. The man suddenly threw the wine in his cup into the lake, and shouted at the wind: "The Cabinet Department, the Cabinet Department, the city of Yangzhou is broken, and Nanjing is about to fall, but the Ming Dynasty has no history." There are no soldiers inside, there are strong prisoners outside, people are related, I am panicked! However, the social structure of my Han family has collapsed, and the good mountains and rivers will be painted on the screens of different races. And where will I go from here? ”

The woman in her tears noticed the reluctance in the man's eyes, she wiped away her tears, forced a smile and asked: "Mu Zhai, the Dragon Boat Festival is coming, you and I will follow Qu Zi Shenyuan today." The family is ruined, you are martyred as a courtier of the Ming Dynasty, and I Liu Ru is a martyr for your wife. Although he was born in different years, he died in one place. ”

The man's face showed a pleading look, the woman's heart had been decided, Qian Qianyi's eyes finally didn't dare to look directly at Liu Rusi, he hesitated and finally took off his boots, and suddenly thought of something and turned around and asked Liu Rus: "Hedongjun, have the children explained?" Liu said: "Didn't you explain it yourself when you had breakfast with the children?" ”

Qian Qianyi let out an 'oh', took off his socks again, and was about to go into the water, when he suddenly turned around and asked, "Hedongjun, where is the deed of the old house in Yushan stored, have you told the children?" Liu said: "Didn't they all hand it over to them before they went out at three o'clock?" ”

Qian Qianyi let out another 'oh', his body did not move, and his eyes were once again attracted by the colorful glow on the horizon. As he watched, he finally forced himself to lower his head and look at the pool of water, and thinking about it, he finally let out a breath of anger in his chest and slammed his boots and socks on the bow of the boat. Seeing that he got up and sat on the side of the boat, he wanted to plunge into the lake, and seemed to think that such a posture was ungraceful, so he sat down again and poked one foot into the lake first. Liu Rushi also got up and stood by the side of the boat, next to Qian Qianyi's figure and wanted to throw himself into the water with him. Who knew that Qian Qianyi's feet had just poked into the lake, and he reflexively retracted, and took Liu Ruye's hand with a bitter face and begged: "Hedongjun, this water is too cold, I think it's better not to die." As the saying goes, a live sparrow is better than a dead eagle! The water is so cold, it's really ......" Liu Ru was so angry that he shouted: "Is the water cold?" It's the Dragon Boat Festival now! Then he shook off Qian Qianyi's hand, picked up the hem of his skirt and jumped over, and the most beautiful color in the sky disappeared into the lake.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt pierced the long night, thunder suddenly rose, and Liu Ru sat alone on the bed, her hands on her knees, and the tooth marks on her lips were already very deep. She didn't die, and the beautiful sunset wasn't tonight, a dream she had repeated many times. In her heart, this is not a nightmare, but a yearning. She gritted her teeth because of shame and resentment.

He should have been martyred, and she should have been martyred, benevolence and righteousness are of course, and there is nothing to be afraid of death. However, whenever she woke up in that repetitive sleep, and when she woke up and thought again that her family and country had long been lost, and she was still alive, she always had to grit her teeth. Such dreams, especially on rainy nights, multiplied her shame several times over.

Before the Dragon Boat Festival that year, he said that the lake was too cold so he didn't die. But on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, she saw with her own eyes that the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites of the Hongguang Dynasty led the civil and military officials of the Southern Capital, kneeling straight at the gate of the city in the pouring rain to welcome the Duoduo army into Beijing. Isn't he worried that he's going to catch a cold? Isn't that pouring rain from heaven such a punishment from heaven for him to bow his knees and despise himself?

She weakly pushed open the night window, and the sudden night rain crackled on the window. The banquet has not yet dispersed, and the night rain is even more exciting, and everyone at the banquet is stirring up the words with this Tianwen Sect, and the dung was ten thousand households in the past. That kind of chic and heroic is enough to be a million soldiers. But are they really worthy of this assumption? She couldn't bear to listen and look again, closed the window heavily, turned around to the bookcase, and wanted to pick up the pen, but her heart was full of sad tears.

The dream was a sad road. Hibiscus tears, cherry language. The curtain is full of flowers, all of which are misunderstood. Don't talk about the wind and rain tonight, if you want him to come, can you come?

Arrange an infinite ecstasy. Red paper, green silk quilt. Leave him without a plan, and let him go. There are still many times, and people are close to each other, and they are worried about returning.

There is still a long time, how can we survive this time? However, as his wife, how can he keep the persistence in his heart? Leave him without a plan, go and go, a woman born in this era, except to bear silently and abide by the shackles of her husband as a wife, what else can she do? The word 'loyalty' is her cage, for which she is willing to seek death as proof, and for this cage, she painfully hides from the fate of life.

The banquet finally dispersed, and an old immortal in his sixties climbed the handrail, struggling to climb the show building, "I smell the room" This is his wedding gift to her. I see how charming the green mountains are, and I expect the green mountains to be like this when they see me. Whether it is for Qingshan or passers-by, Liu Ru is charming and moving enough. If so, he only saw the beautiful demeanor of the green mountains, but did not see his tens of millions of years of old age.