Love is like a hairspring, and people are like catkins

Love is like a hairspring, and people are like flying catkins. The teardrop Pavilion looked at each other in the air. A stream of smoke and willows droops with thousands of silk. There is no reason to tie the orchid boat to live. Wild geese cross the setting sun, read the article net, and the grass is lost in the Yanzhu. Now there are countless worries. In the Ming Dynasty, don't think about how to live tonight--- Zhou Zizhi

This beautiful and graceful Song Ci tells a beautiful and moving love story.

Willow bank, Qingxi bank, time dials the clear string of parting. He and she stood for a long time, unable to part, holding hands and looking at each other, speechless.

He is a romantic scholar Zhou Zizhi, and she is Li Yuniang, a famous brothel prostitute. An encounter at the official banquet created an unforgettable love. At that time, Zhou Zizhi, a scholar, was poor. Yu Niang is willing to use her own money to redeem herself from kindness and live and die. Xu is that Zhou Zizhi's calm character and extraordinary conversation moved Yuniang's heart. Maybe she doesn't need any reason at all. Love is love. If you love him, you are willing to go with the ends of the world and share weal and woe.

During the days together, she cooked soup for him, made clothes for him, and took good care of his family. No complaint, no regrets.

However, in a man's life, there should be not only women who join hands with the world of mortals, but also fame that shines on the lintel. After all, Zhou Zizhi is a bloody man. He is unwilling to do nothing for life and live in poverty. He is determined to embark on the journey of official career.

In the world of mortals, if flowers bloom, they will fall; If there is reunion, there will be separation. The vicissitudes of life, love is always difficult to escape the fate of separation.

As long as it is separation, even a short separation is enough to fill the heart with sadness.

On that day, Yu Niang stood by the parting River, full of thoughts and melancholy. A heart immersed in the pain of parting is beyond words.

The confused sorrow of separation is like a floating hairspring in the air, which can't be brushed away. The person you love deeply in your heart is like willow catkins flying all over the sky. In the misty eyes, a leaf orchid boat carrying long thoughts floated to the distance, floating, floating, straight to the distance beyond the eyes of Yu Niang.

I don't know when the sun has swept the soft light on the west mountain. Twilight pulse, clear water leisurely. Yuniang stood on the Bank of willows for a long time. Ren siliu gently brushed Ruyu's cheek, and Ren Xiyang elongated her charming figure.

Yu Niang's heart was as empty as if it had been hollowed out. The boat and the sad leaves seem to take away all her happiness and sadness. The willow branches that reached out and brushed through the palm were more like the tenderness of his hands in the past. Ten thousand silk smoke willows can't tie the floating blue boat; Thousands of tenderness can't hold the pace of leaving in a hurry.

I'll say goodbye today. When will I see you again? Or maybe, even if we meet each other in the future, will you remember my face again?

The setting sun poured the last soft light onto the mountains. Suddenly looked up, a row of geese moaned and flew into the distance. Is it true that geese are also looking for distant friends?