Chapter 213 (1/2)
”Read all the bitterness of parting at the end of the world. If you don't come back, it's like falling flowers.”
Looking at the poems written word by word by sister Jiang Xin in front of her, the girl's lips and teeth opened slightly, and her soft and sweet voice floated slowly.
This is not a poem. The girl already knows that this is a ”poetic surplus”, that is, a word.
But I have never heard of the name of this word.
But the first sentence alone is enough to catch the girl's mind.
”The bottom of the flower looks at each other without a word, and the green window spring is not with the sky.”
Read word by word, the girl's tears have been slightly moist, and her slender white fingers hold her skirt tightly.
”When the Acacia lamp is turned off, a wisp of new love and a thousand wisps of old hatred.”
Continue to read, the girl's tone has trembled, and Jiang Lin continues to write like a person who has nothing to do.
”The most important thing is that the world can't stay. Zhu Yan leaves the mirror, flowers and trees.”
The pen fell. When Mo Hao left the rice paper, the girl's tears had fallen.
[reading all the bitterness of parting at the end of the world, I don't know how to return, such as falling flowers. The bottom of the flower looks at each other without a word, and the green window is silent with the sky.
To be told under the Acacia lamp, a wisp of new love and thousands of old hatred. The most important thing is that the world can't stay. Zhu Yan leaves the mirror, flowers and trees.]
After reading, lying on the table, the girl was crying.
Looking at the girl with slightly trembling shoulders, Jiang Lin also sighed in his heart.
This poem was actually written on purpose.
A doctor should not only heal the body, but also the heart.
The mountain forest is a canary cage for girls. Although it is gorgeous and luxurious, it can't change the reality that it is a cage anyway.
If she guessed right, the girl has been depressed for too long.
Even with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but for a young girl, who doesn't yearn for freedom?
Even if she is persuading herself all day, she can't change anything.
This word can be understood as ”love”, but also as the passing of time.
A poem is like a song. The composer has no intention and the listener has a heart.
”The most important thing is that the world can't stay. Zhu Yan leaves the mirror, flowers and trees.”
Master Wang Guowei expressed his emotion and helplessness over the wasted years.
In the girl's ears, it's not for her helplessness and sadness in this bird cage day after day
One day I will die, even old, but I can only be here and can't leave
Lying on the table, the girl didn't know how long she had been crying. At least in Jiang Lin's view, the longer she cried, the more she vented her pent up feelings.
Looking at the girl who was still sobbing and her shoulders trembling, Jiang Linjiang shook his head.
I hope this girl can find a good future or a good destination in the future
......
The capital of the white empire.
A woman has returned to the palace.
When the woman's toes fell to the ground, slowly fell down and walked into the room, two maids named Bai Ling and Bai Qiao leaned down and knelt down.
”Congratulations to your Majesty on entering Yupu again.”
”Congratulations? Is the jade Pu state very powerful? ”
Eight white long tailed girls behind her asked back. Her face seemed to laugh at herself.
Because of him, I entered the realm of immortals, even half a step into the realm of flying, and because of him, I fell into the realm of jade and Pu, and even because he fell into the realm of Yuanying.
Now, just because she knows that he is not dead, when she is happy, she will enter Yupu again. Even as long as she wants, she can take advantage of the situation to enter Yupu again.
But
She doesn't want to
Fox, fox, confused.