I closed my eyes and sniffed lightly, and began to trace your silhouette.
I closed my eyes and started to trace the figure of you, and this time, your figure became clearer and clearer.
That is the supreme glory of the city, you stand in the center of ten thousand people, feel the glory of ten thousand feet, the noise and silence; that is the glorious palace, you keep deeper and deeper dew, looking at the long night, pale old hair; that is the road of the soldiers and horses, you fluttered a touch of the sleeve, can not see the returnees, and even more so waiting for the faraway place.
You are a broken wing fell down to the mortal world of the elves, mistakenly into the ruthless royal aristocracy. So, you can only time and time again, stepping on Ronghua, over and over again, singing songs of love belonging to you.
Jinluan Hall, wide sleeves sweeping, eyes gleaming, not angry since the Wei. My empress, I Wu Zhou dynasty, have the highest authority you ah.
But, are you tired?
That a crown, too heavy and heavy, it has been your three thousand green silk, pressure out a little white marks. Even if it is the golden flash of the eye, but ultimately can not hide a piece of opulence behind the flow of blood drops.
Are you tired, in each of the late night, you can read the official documents, you can recall the fourteen-year-old carefree, spring in the green butterfly, summer play in the snow, you can miss, that piece of the sky is bright and pure. That a certain year and a certain month of a certain day, you have met the life of him, you have been like every ignorant girl, in May under the clear sky, looking up at his face, or you also snuggled up to his side, together with the number of stars in the sky, but the man you love is the future king, just you are determined to commit to life, is to embark on a destined to be extraordinary road.
See Zhu Cheng Bi Si have, emaciated branch for the memory of the king, do not believe than to long tears, open the box to check the pomegranate skirt.
The world has ever thought, in their eyes, tough and vicious as you, but you also had the most tender love, had the most sincere confession. Even if the strongest woman, in the tired moment also need a solid arm to soothe her in the eyes of outsiders hard but actually soft heart.
Wu Jiu, your self-created name, aims to make the sun and moon in the air at the same time to shine on the earth. Yes, the Zhou Dynasty is bright, the world is prosperous, but you, my queen, it has illuminated the loneliness of your heart. Perhaps, you would like to, when the sun and moon in the sky, the imperial map of the world to talk about laughing, not as good as a drunken life.
From then on, only you lick your wounds.
You are his young married wife, hibiscus face, golden steps, mother of the world, supreme.
The Palace of Changmen is the golden house he built for you. You always thought that it would be a castle that never disappears, and all the fairy tales will come to a successful end here. You always remember, that year, he said to you, if you get Ajiao, when a lifetime, never leave.
But now he must have forgotten. Because, when you stood in the Changmen Palace carving Jinlan Terrace gazing at him, but he was so affectionate holding Wei Zifu's hand walked by. That woman brow low smooth, but can not hide full of happiness.
You only have him in your heart. From the cardamom season of the thumping heart, to the couple now a few years. You are as arrogant as the year, but he has gradually conquered the world, accustomed to be admired. You often put the year's grace on the lips, but he has long been not a young boy, can not be argued with the world. You don't understand the intimacy of his day by day, you are just waiting for the woman in the deep palace, you want, is to see his smiling face all the time.
May I have a heart, white head without leaving each other.
The emperor's home, the simplest dream, but so far out of reach. So you are jealous, because you love him, so you are arrogant, because you have a noble birth than Wei Zifu. But you forget, he is the emperor, he was never just to be pleasing, once you are not snuggled up next to the softly spoken smile of the meek woman, love, come fast, disappear, but also more quickly.
Kukui sleep and dreaming Ruoxi, Prana if the king of the side. The host will return to you as a customer.
What was once so real is now to be dreamed of. The more you love, the easier it is to lose. In the end, you lost him.
From then on, in his path, do not see your old age and sorrow.
Love is not wrong, it makes people defiant, moth to the flame, forget the age, forget the identity. That day a glimpse, is a lifelong hijacking, you so firmly believe that the world can accuse of morality and ethics, but only can not point a finger at true love. So the "Dance of the Neon Shirt and Feather Clothes" overwhelmed the Mei Fei's "Dance of the Frightened", and from then on, three thousand favorites all in one, your grace and splendor, speculating on the great Tang's magnificent weather.
There is nothing wrong with love, you can be annoyed with Sanlang, do not let him favor other women. There is nothing wrong with pampering, you can pout with Sanlang, want to eat fresh lychee. So a ride on the red dust consort smile, no one knows is lychee to. You smile and murmur, hand Qian Qian peeling lychee shells, the sun is very good, Sanlang and you, forget about the world.
But you forget, in addition to being your husband, he is also the ruler of the Great Tang. For you, he reused your brother, wrong choice of sycophants. In order to you, he cold down the government, the tiger is overcrowded. In order to you, he spread waste, provoking public resentment.
So Mawei slope, a ten feet of white silk. You don't understand why your love can't be fulfilled, but suddenly at that moment you understand that the river, the mountain and the beauty, how can you say the same thing?
A wisp of incense is far away.
From then on, the tears of the red face, the hero died, when the mountains and rivers are forever silent, how can I be happy?
You are a cold name in the history books, with criticism, with grief.
But I'm so willing to believe that you are worthy of my heartache of the woman, you have been injured for the love of the heart, you love for the love of all perseverance of the face.
And I am more willing to believe that you are trapped in the palace, the exhaustion of a lifetime in pursuit of love, is the most beautiful thing in the world, whether it is the past, or the present, whether it is painful, or sweet.
Believe me, you have not lived for love in vain.
Hey, soon, I will write one of the most beautiful poems behind the most beautiful love story with long thoughts, would you like to read it?