Eastern Palace

Chapter 61: Postscript Silver Candle Autumn Light Cold Painting Screen

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Seeing that, half of July has passed. In the sixth month of the lunar calendar, it is the most unbearable heat.

This summer, there are many unhappy things. Although life is not as good as it is, there are no one who can talk to others.

Open the playlist often and listen to countless songs. One song after another, the cycle repeats.

Those young people were warm-blooded, with reckless eyes, and thousands of people responded to each other. In the end, it was just the wind and clouds, the moon was higher than the sky, and in the depths of the night, the fireflies gradually faded away.

Just like this story.

The story is false.

But the love in the story is real.

Even I didn't expect to write several extras for Donggong in one breath.

In addition to the previously written "Taiye Hibiscus Weiyang Willow" and "The Fragrance of a Courtyard Full of Roses", he also wrote "Do Not Believe That There Are White Heads in the World", "Mandarin Ducks and Tiles Cold Frost Huazhong" and "Moonlight Leaves Pavilion Flowers Like Snow" ".

Every episode is a must for me.

Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen.

I remembered this name for the future. It was a poem I recited when I was a child, probably because I thought of the phrase "Qing Luo's little fan flutters against the firefly".

Although the moonlight on the street was as cold as water, the person holding the Qingluo fan was long gone.

When I write about the sadness, tears fall on the keyboard one by one.

In fact, it's still very surprising, and it's already hard-hearted, why do you still cry.

After several years, this story is told from a positive perspective, as if the entire original "East Palace" should be a long side story.

Those missing past events, that first encounter, that heart-wrenching moment, that moment of infatuation, are gradually described.

Looking back after writing it, it was much shorter than I imagined, just like Li Chengyin, he, like me, originally thought that it belonged to Gu Xiaowu, it would be a long, long time.

As everyone knows, fate is so stingy, how can it give us so much.

I think that's fine.

If the sky is in love, the sky is also old.

Li Cheng Yin should be a ruthless person.

Xiaofeng is very affectionate and sexual, and this kind of attitude of children who opened up Hongmeng is the purest.

Even the most ruthless people are not immune to being attracted.

It can't be said that who loves more than who is also unable to compare, who has made the best choice than who in the end.

It's fate, so if you meet again, you will still be heartbroken.

I forgot everything about you, even, I forgot you as a person, but the only thing I can't forget is the feeling of loving you.

In the text, Li Chengyin kept Xiaofeng in the East Palace for three years without paying attention, but since the two had been alone in private, he had a subtle difference in his attitude towards the Crown Princess.

Even at the most dangerous moment, he instinctively pushed her away.

This is the inertia of love.

Even if he has forgotten everything, he has countless confusions, but subconsciously, there is the inertia and instinct of love.

I will forget you forever.

Xiao Feng originally said the same thing.

She just can't overcome the instinct of love.

After a lapse of several years, re-write the story with some of the most important paragraphs. I even wrote about Zhao Liangdi and various past events in Pei Zhao's eyes, although these exist in my mind thousands of times, although there are thousands of ways to write it, it is difficult to choose, and even I once suspected that I had chosen the worst one. kind of writing. But always write these paragraphs out so you can share them with everyone.

My heart is still very messy. It is about this story. At the beginning, I was swayed with ease, and at the end, it was as quick as a sword of wisdom. Only the traces of time gradually fade away, and when I look back, there will be faint heartbreak and pain. .

In the bottom of everyone's heart, there is probably a persistent young man with a sincere fearlessness. He loves a person, does many things, and does not care about his own life. When his heart is broken, he is lightly tired of everything, hides all the wounds, and if nothing happened, Live in this world.

In the middle of the night, when no one is there, only when you look at the moonlight outside the window, or the sound of wind and rain, will you think of your former self.

Silly and innocent.

But I still love that stupid self, even if I'm so stupid that I don't know anything, it's like a moth to a flame.

At least, I have seen the light, I know that kind of heat, it will burn the wings, and I am not afraid.

I still couldn't bear to write about Li Chengyin again, so I stopped there. Before I woke up, the sky was still unclear.

I don't believe that there are whiteheads in the world.

Those who believe may not be able to grow old.

Not to mention unbelievers.

This old incident is like a clear pool of light, roses fill the courtyard and swallows come and go, aloes incense curls in the stove, the flowers on the branches are falling and spring is exhausted, and the people at the bottom of the curtain are still sleeping soundly.

Light red light Fu.

Thank you for sharing my dream.

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