On a night when the rain hit the window roots, you were dressed in white and appeared in my field of vision, so I put down the tea in my hand and followed you to your long-ago era that I could not hope to reach.
I saw, that sat alone on the swing lethargic pillow delicate hand of the young girl. At this time, it is a dew thick flower thin morning. Your light clothes have long been drenched in sweat. At this time, far from seeing Zhao Mingcheng's figure, you will quickly run to the inner room, gold hairpin from the head slipped away, shoes also fell, you are unaware, into the house, you can not help but lean back, pretending to put a little plum smell. I look at you that bright smile, my heart also followed the happy up.
Later, I saw, you and Zhao Mingcheng in a sunset dusk, rowing together out of the boat. You were having fun, but you couldn't find your way home. The boatman anxiously pulled the pulp, but in a lotus scent, but startled countless gulls. The snow-white feathers of the gulls fell down in the sky. I saw the awe in your eyes. I know that at that moment, full of your youthful good mood, flat boat, you have had never had the amazing joy. I wish you all the best, and I hope you will be happy for the rest of your life.
Then later ah, I saw, Zhao Mingcheng went out on official business, Chung Yeung Festival, you lie alone on the bed, although the body covered with a quilt, but the bottom of the heart is incomparably cold. You in a Dongli night, alone drinking shallow wine, alone smell the chrysanthemum fragrance, alone miss Zhao Mingcheng. The chrysanthemums swayed and illuminated the you who was thinner than the yellow flowers. Later on, the Jin soldiers invaded and destroyed the family. You were left alone in this chaotic world. In your words, there is no longer leaning on the door to look back, but the plum sniffing that naughty. There is nothing but sadness, just sadness. You again canoeing, no more "drunkenness does not know the way back" joy, only "I am afraid of small boat, can not carry a lot of sadness". Is that really you? I do not believe that your eyes, but you seem to be looking far away, gently sighed out "the south is still afraid of the Wujiang cold north hunting should be sad cold water". I seem to be able to hear you "live as a man of honor, also die as a ghost hero. I still think of Xiang Yu, refused to cross the Jiangdong". I know you are Yi An, a heart of Song Yi An.
Yi An ah, I know you are silently thinking of Zhao Mingcheng, the first warm and cold, you can not sleep. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. You softly read "Things are different, want to talk about tears first". I have no choice but to sympathize y.
Your word is Yi An, but you have nowhere to rest. Yi An ah, if you were not born in the chaotic world, it would be so good ah, you should still be that naughty and innocent young girl!
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