Zhongshan is located in the eastern suburbs of Jiankang City, with mountains and water on the back, tigers and dragons on the back, and magnificent. Fengshui scholars all said that this place is the place where the dragon cave of the king's vein is located. After Yuan Shao ascended the throne of Jiankang, he selected the imperial tomb in Zhongshan.
In March, Jiangnan is a rainy season. The drizzle like cow hair continues. The beautiful Zhongshan is hidden in a hazy and misty water vapor, like a girl covered with a veil, becoming more and more lush and ethereal, mysterious and ethereal.
In the quiet foothills, a white figure embroidered with a bouquet of azaleas, holding a forty-eight-bone purple bamboo umbrella painted with ink plums, walking along the winding path, exquisite embroidered shoes silently stepped on the wet bluestone steps, a slender jade hand against the handle of the ebony umbrella, which became more and more beautiful.
The drizzle is hazy, the beauty is like a poem, from a distance, it looks like a slowly unfolding picture of a lady
This beautiful woman in white was Yu Ling. She firmly thanked Shi Junyi for accompanying her and came to Zhongshan Imperial Mausoleum alone to worship Yuan Hong
After walking for several miles, I finally saw the towering and solemn imperial tomb. There were two soldiers guarding the entrance of the imperial tomb. Yu Ling stepped forward to explain his purpose, but the soldiers did not make things difficult for her and easily let her in.
The imperial tomb of the Yuan Wei Dynasty was originally in Luoyang. After Luoyang fell, it was not time to move to Jiankang. Therefore, this newly built imperial tomb seemed empty and lonely. The huge imperial tomb was empty. It was silent like a death. A tall tombstone rose from the ground, which looked particularly prominent.
This striking tomb is obviously newly built. Behind the tombstone is a giant statue carved from white marble. The young man on the statue has a heroic and strong face, deep and steep eyes, wearing armor, holding a long sword in his hand, generous and heroic, and proudly looking into the distance. The statue is carved vividly, not only exactly the same as Yuan Hong's face during his lifetime, but also vividly depicts his heroic spirit.
Brother Hong, I'm here to see you. Yu Ling bent down and placed the azalea in her hand in front of the monument. She stood quietly for a while, looked up at Yuan Hong's unusually tall statue. Finally, she realized that Yuan Hong was really gone, and she was separated from her forever and could never meet again. She suddenly felt sad and caressed Yuan Hong's cold statue and cried in tears.
Brother Hong...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The sad and sad cry echoed in the empty imperial tomb, like the cry of blood in the Zigu. If someone could hear it, he would inevitably cry sadly
Yu Ling knelt in front of the tombstone weakly, her thin shoulders twitched timidly, and crystal clear tears fell like broken pearls, sliding down her fair cheeks, hitting one by one on the white marble statue, forming a small river
She burst into tears without restraint, as if she wanted to vent all her sorrow and pain. The flying raindrops wet her gauze shirt and her beautiful hair like a cloud, but she didn't realize it at all.
In the past, she only had the third brother Yuan Shao who grew up with her childhood sweetheart. However, when she thought about it carefully, wasn’t Yuan Hong, who was only one year older than Yuan Shao, also her childhood sweetheart’s brother? But why did she never pay attention to him, and why didn’t she treat him better? Thinking of Yuan Hong’s clear eyes, there was a touching affection in it, but why did she always turn a blind eye? Now that the yin and yang are separated forever, I missed his voice, appearance, and smile, and regretted the missed back then. Unfortunately, this missed for a lifetime, and there was no chance to make up for it, and there was no more!
Yu Ling became more and more sad as she cried, and she cried like a tearful person. She cried alone for a while, until her throat was hoarse, tears were almost dry, and she fell in front of the tombstone with all her strength.
Suddenly, a beautiful and light flute sound came from a distance. I heard it carefully. It was an elegy. The music was so sad and beautiful, but it also had a faint open-minded state of mind like the wind and waves of the sky. Yu Ling was infected by the sound of the flute and gradually stopped crying. She stood up involuntarily and looked for the direction of the flute sound.
The sound of the flute led Yu Ling around the imperial tomb and walked towards the depths of the foothills. After turning over a high wall, a clear and peaceful lake water suddenly jumped into the eyes. The lake embankment was covered with apricot trees, dense pink flowers were decorated with dense pink flowers, and the gorgeous blooming apricot flowers swayed gently in the fine spring rain. The light pink petals as thin as light gauze were fluttering in the wind, and they fell on the green and jade-like lake surface. The scenery was as beautiful as if it was not like the world.
At this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, and from a sad elegy turned into a lingering apricot blossom rain
The sky is full of flowers, the rain is covered with thick rain, who can understand the deep lovesickness? How many people know the pain?
Old friends will not let each other down, love will never be cut, I don’t know if the song ends, everyone will part, and it will be all in my heart
The extremely familiar tune made Yu Ling's heart tremble. She suddenly raised her head and looked up along the sound of the flute. She saw a white figure standing on the stone bridge in the distance. The shadow was so vague that she seemed to be foolish. She stared quietly for a long time, and hesitated for a moment before walking towards the bridge lightly.
Gradually approaching, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Yu Ling stood still in a daze and stood there for a moment. She felt a little timid and her steps were gone.
The man playing the flute in a white long gown slowly turned around. The gentle and elegant face in my memory coincided with the slightly haggard handsome face in front of me. A pleasant curve was raised on the corner of my beautiful lips. The black eyes like jade contained an indelible tenderness, which was so bright that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Yu'er, you are finally back... The man called out softly like a sigh, his voice was gentle and intoxicating as wine, with lingering affection and endless love
But with this gentle sound, Yu Ling burst into tears and could no longer help it. She put aside the purple bamboo umbrella in her hand, opened her arms and rushed over, and threw herself into the warm embrace that she had been dreaming of for a long time.
Third brother... She whispered softly, like a dream, letting the tears wet his white clothes
On the stone bridge in the middle of the lake, in the sky, apricot blossoms are drizzling, a pair of beautiful people hugging each other tightly, difficult to distinguish...
Under their feet, a forty-eight-bone purple bamboo umbrella painted with ink plum fell to the ground lonely. A gentle spring breeze blew by, rolling it over for several weeks, and finally returned to silence quietly.
Writer's words:
This chapter makes me very confused ><
I have been listening to Finale's "What's the Use" these two days. The lyrics are so beautiful. I really like that sentence. Apricot blossoms, spring rain, dreams of Jiangnan, forty-eight bones, purple bamboo umbrellas.
A dream was born in Jiangnan and grew up in Jiangnan. When I was wandering in a foreign land a few years ago, when I read the Jiangnan that I sang repeatedly in the poem, I could not suppress my deep nostalgia. The scenery that could be seen everywhere has become an unattainable dream. Some things are only known to be valuable after losing it.
It was during that period of time when I opened the column. Fortunately, I finally came back now :)
In March, Jiangnan is a rainy season. The drizzle like cow hair continues. The beautiful Zhongshan is hidden in a hazy and misty water vapor, like a girl covered with a veil, becoming more and more lush and ethereal, mysterious and ethereal.
In the quiet foothills, a white figure embroidered with a bouquet of azaleas, holding a forty-eight-bone purple bamboo umbrella painted with ink plums, walking along the winding path, exquisite embroidered shoes silently stepped on the wet bluestone steps, a slender jade hand against the handle of the ebony umbrella, which became more and more beautiful.
The drizzle is hazy, the beauty is like a poem, from a distance, it looks like a slowly unfolding picture of a lady
This beautiful woman in white was Yu Ling. She firmly thanked Shi Junyi for accompanying her and came to Zhongshan Imperial Mausoleum alone to worship Yuan Hong
After walking for several miles, I finally saw the towering and solemn imperial tomb. There were two soldiers guarding the entrance of the imperial tomb. Yu Ling stepped forward to explain his purpose, but the soldiers did not make things difficult for her and easily let her in.
The imperial tomb of the Yuan Wei Dynasty was originally in Luoyang. After Luoyang fell, it was not time to move to Jiankang. Therefore, this newly built imperial tomb seemed empty and lonely. The huge imperial tomb was empty. It was silent like a death. A tall tombstone rose from the ground, which looked particularly prominent.
This striking tomb is obviously newly built. Behind the tombstone is a giant statue carved from white marble. The young man on the statue has a heroic and strong face, deep and steep eyes, wearing armor, holding a long sword in his hand, generous and heroic, and proudly looking into the distance. The statue is carved vividly, not only exactly the same as Yuan Hong's face during his lifetime, but also vividly depicts his heroic spirit.
Brother Hong, I'm here to see you. Yu Ling bent down and placed the azalea in her hand in front of the monument. She stood quietly for a while, looked up at Yuan Hong's unusually tall statue. Finally, she realized that Yuan Hong was really gone, and she was separated from her forever and could never meet again. She suddenly felt sad and caressed Yuan Hong's cold statue and cried in tears.
Brother Hong...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The sad and sad cry echoed in the empty imperial tomb, like the cry of blood in the Zigu. If someone could hear it, he would inevitably cry sadly
Yu Ling knelt in front of the tombstone weakly, her thin shoulders twitched timidly, and crystal clear tears fell like broken pearls, sliding down her fair cheeks, hitting one by one on the white marble statue, forming a small river
She burst into tears without restraint, as if she wanted to vent all her sorrow and pain. The flying raindrops wet her gauze shirt and her beautiful hair like a cloud, but she didn't realize it at all.
In the past, she only had the third brother Yuan Shao who grew up with her childhood sweetheart. However, when she thought about it carefully, wasn’t Yuan Hong, who was only one year older than Yuan Shao, also her childhood sweetheart’s brother? But why did she never pay attention to him, and why didn’t she treat him better? Thinking of Yuan Hong’s clear eyes, there was a touching affection in it, but why did she always turn a blind eye? Now that the yin and yang are separated forever, I missed his voice, appearance, and smile, and regretted the missed back then. Unfortunately, this missed for a lifetime, and there was no chance to make up for it, and there was no more!
Yu Ling became more and more sad as she cried, and she cried like a tearful person. She cried alone for a while, until her throat was hoarse, tears were almost dry, and she fell in front of the tombstone with all her strength.
Suddenly, a beautiful and light flute sound came from a distance. I heard it carefully. It was an elegy. The music was so sad and beautiful, but it also had a faint open-minded state of mind like the wind and waves of the sky. Yu Ling was infected by the sound of the flute and gradually stopped crying. She stood up involuntarily and looked for the direction of the flute sound.
The sound of the flute led Yu Ling around the imperial tomb and walked towards the depths of the foothills. After turning over a high wall, a clear and peaceful lake water suddenly jumped into the eyes. The lake embankment was covered with apricot trees, dense pink flowers were decorated with dense pink flowers, and the gorgeous blooming apricot flowers swayed gently in the fine spring rain. The light pink petals as thin as light gauze were fluttering in the wind, and they fell on the green and jade-like lake surface. The scenery was as beautiful as if it was not like the world.
At this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, and from a sad elegy turned into a lingering apricot blossom rain
The sky is full of flowers, the rain is covered with thick rain, who can understand the deep lovesickness? How many people know the pain?
Old friends will not let each other down, love will never be cut, I don’t know if the song ends, everyone will part, and it will be all in my heart
The extremely familiar tune made Yu Ling's heart tremble. She suddenly raised her head and looked up along the sound of the flute. She saw a white figure standing on the stone bridge in the distance. The shadow was so vague that she seemed to be foolish. She stared quietly for a long time, and hesitated for a moment before walking towards the bridge lightly.
Gradually approaching, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Yu Ling stood still in a daze and stood there for a moment. She felt a little timid and her steps were gone.
The man playing the flute in a white long gown slowly turned around. The gentle and elegant face in my memory coincided with the slightly haggard handsome face in front of me. A pleasant curve was raised on the corner of my beautiful lips. The black eyes like jade contained an indelible tenderness, which was so bright that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Yu'er, you are finally back... The man called out softly like a sigh, his voice was gentle and intoxicating as wine, with lingering affection and endless love
But with this gentle sound, Yu Ling burst into tears and could no longer help it. She put aside the purple bamboo umbrella in her hand, opened her arms and rushed over, and threw herself into the warm embrace that she had been dreaming of for a long time.
Third brother... She whispered softly, like a dream, letting the tears wet his white clothes
On the stone bridge in the middle of the lake, in the sky, apricot blossoms are drizzling, a pair of beautiful people hugging each other tightly, difficult to distinguish...
Under their feet, a forty-eight-bone purple bamboo umbrella painted with ink plum fell to the ground lonely. A gentle spring breeze blew by, rolling it over for several weeks, and finally returned to silence quietly.
Writer's words:
This chapter makes me very confused ><
I have been listening to Finale's "What's the Use" these two days. The lyrics are so beautiful. I really like that sentence. Apricot blossoms, spring rain, dreams of Jiangnan, forty-eight bones, purple bamboo umbrellas.
A dream was born in Jiangnan and grew up in Jiangnan. When I was wandering in a foreign land a few years ago, when I read the Jiangnan that I sang repeatedly in the poem, I could not suppress my deep nostalgia. The scenery that could be seen everywhere has become an unattainable dream. Some things are only known to be valuable after losing it.
It was during that period of time when I opened the column. Fortunately, I finally came back now :)
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