When I went for an outing in the South Garden in mid-spring, I could hear the neighing of horses in the gentle wind.
The green plums are as big as beans and the willows are as big as eyebrows, and the days are long and the butterflies fly
The flowers are heavy with dew, the grass smoke is low, and the curtains of people's houses are drawn.
I take off my clothes lazily on the swing, and the two swallows return to the painted hall.
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When the carriage finally drove onto a flat road, Ding Wu just felt relieved when he heard the gentle voice in the carriage reciting a poem.
"Yan Gui, what does the day lengthen mean?"
"After the spring equinox, the days begin to grow longer." Yan Gui's low and hoarse voice sounded.
“Why are the days getting longer?”
"The spring equinox is when yin and yang come together, so the day and night are equal, and the cold and heat are balanced."
Ding Wu moved his ears. A general is a general after all. He is both civil and military. He is amazing.
Inside the carriage, Yan Gui had already sat up straight, while Wei Yang was leaning lazily in his arms, holding a collection of poems that came from nowhere in her hands.
"Is this Yan Gui your Yan Gui?"
"no."
Yan Gui leaned sideways to allow her to lean more comfortably.
"A pair of returning swallows fly around the painting hall, as if lingering on the rainbow beams.
It’s a good time with a clear breeze and bright moon. What’s more, the banquet is beautiful. ”
"Is that the sentence?"
Wei Yang asked again.
"no."
Yan Gui looked at his hair with a heavy gaze, as it fell on his chest and became tangled with her hair.
"The swallows have gone, the flowers have faded, it's already Qingming Festival.
It’s the same scenery, but different moods. I still remember the oath of three lives in the shadow of the green peach. "
"Could it be this sentence?"
Weiyang's fingers slid slowly across the poetry collection, and the sound of her fingertips tapping on the poetry collection was rustling.
"no."
Yan Gui's gaze did not dare to linger on her, and gradually moved to the outside of the window.
The window screens fluttered, outside there were thick shades of green trees and the faint sound of cicadas.
It was almost noon at this moment, and the sunlight shone in through the window lattice, falling right on Weiyang's delicate hands.
It was so white and tender that it was a little dazzling, forcing Yan Gui to close his eyes before he could calm down.
"I see."
She clapped her hands happily: "Yan Yan is back."
After saying this, he started to chuckle as if he had told some great joke.
Her laughter, through her delicate body, actually shook his chest and made it tremble.
"What are you laughing at?"
Yan Gui carefully lifted up her hair and gathered it behind her.
She didn't even tie her hair up in the morning, letting it fall down like a waterfall.
"Yan Yan Yu Gui means a woman is getting married. Do you understand?"
She playfully tossed his hair away again, which he had just gathered up, and the flying hair slid down his collar and fell behind her.
"hehe."
Seeing her smug look, he couldn't help but chuckle.
The poetry collection just now is just a decoration. There is not a single verse about the returning swallows in it.
She pretended to watch, and he pretended not to know.
"The swallows return at White Dew and the wild geese come back; the osmanthus is fragrant and the moon is full at the Autumnal Equinox."
He murmured softly, "That's what I mean."
Why?"
She dropped the poetry book curiously and turned to ask him.
"That autumn, my father had just captured Yancheng, but in a battle, he lost three of his brothers. They were gone before I was born. Who would have thought that Yancheng would be handed over to the enemy by the late emperor.
Dad had a serious illness and almost died. After giving birth to me, despite her weak body, mom took me to see dad and asked him to give me a name. Dad thought for a long time and didn't know what name to give. But mom said, "When the white dew comes, the swallows return and the geese come again."
He thought of his elder brother who had died in battle before he had even met him, and of his fourth brother who had taught him to read and practice martial arts. His wife was pregnant with his son, Lin'er, but he died in the final battle to recapture Yancheng.
Yancheng, where countless sons of the Yan family were buried.
Yancheng, there are so many bones that cannot return to their homeland.
Thinking of this, Yan Gui couldn't help but have tears in his eyes and clenched his fists.