Walking slowly along the nine-curved corridor alone, I looked at the shallow water in front of me.
The scenery of Jinyue Pond at night is completely different from that of the day. The deep lake water is shimmering with starlight, like a piece of transparent black jade, which has a deep adsorption force that makes people want to get close, but they cannot touch it.
When I was tired from walking, I took a rest on the Octagonal Pavilion. There was a full moon above my head, which just filled my belly. The gentle moonlight shone quietly, peaceful and quiet, and it shone on my body, giving me a quiet and gentle feeling.
It is better to live, because only by living can you have a future, and only by living can you not live up to such a gentle moonlit night.
He pulled out the newly made flute and placed it across his mouth. The melodious flute sound slowly rose, and he played the famous song "Plum Blossoms Fall".
Plum blossoms are not afraid of severe cold, they can bloom in the frost and snow, and bear fruit in the cold dew. Compared with the flattery of the miscellaneous trees in the garden, they are many times nobler.
Liu Fangping in the Tang Dynasty had a piece called "Horizontal Flute Music: Plum Blossoms Fall".
"The plum trees bloom in the new year, and the flowers are blooming on all sides.
The spring breeze blows and gradually falls, leaving only a few branches empty overnight.
The young woman is like this, and the Great Wall hates her so much.
Don’t compare the snow in Liaohai to the backyard.”
It is both a poem about objects and a poem about love between women. The colorful fallen flowers evoke the passage of time. At the same time, the delicate writing style describes the pain and misfortune that the war has brought to ordinary families. It is rich in content and thought-provoking.
But now, it was played out by a "newly widowed" second princess, lamenting the prosperity of her family and country, and missing her husband, which was quite in line with her state of mind.
After finishing the song, Bai Yu Yueque slowly put down her bamboo flute and stood against the railing. The breeze blew by, and the willows swayed in front of her. The fresh air carried the moist fragrance of flowers, which was particularly attractive.
Looking up, a bright moon rises slowly.
However, what Bai Yuyue never expected was that a pair of eyes in the distance were looking towards her.