【Bead curtain, looking forward to the return of the king】
Author: Jun
The April sun hits the pale blue curtains, likes to stand on the balcony, listen to the wind, and the willow posture is also beautiful. Picking up the book I read yesterday, the phrase "beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deep and moth eyebrows", which is still fresh in my memory.
When I first read it, I only thought of "jing painting red makeup and waiting for who to return, and the empty Yi people are slowly haggard", but I am afraid that it is just like this, and I will have wet tears and my heart will not know. Somehow, there was that picture in front of me--sitting alone in a ghost, the breeze blowing the green shirt, the long hair fixed only with beads was also accompanied by the clothes, and the strings of the piano were plucked with the hands, emitting a faint rhythm, but this rhythm was accompanied by the water of the spring water drifting into the valley, making the original crisp sound of the piano softer.
The bead curtain flickered, the piano sound stopped, slowly turned back to the eyes, clearly visible, peach blossom eyes glowing with tears. And in the end, he responded to the sentence "Dada's horseshoe is a beautiful mistake." A trace of wind and grass in the outside world is enough to make the dark tide in the bottom of the heart surge, and turning back is only his own momentary joy. The tightly locked brow could not seal the tears in his eyes, nor could he control the thoughts in his heart. You see, joy belongs to them after all, and my happiness is always on that far away.
With the secluded empty valley, the flower qi is still attacking. Wantonly drunk, forgetting the promise of life and death, only for a moment the thoughts in my heart are so strong, this moment is still back to the usual - sitting in the quiet path, it seems that only the few strings know my intentions, know my feelings, and I do not hesitate to inform it of my heart, so relatively wordless, but I know endlessly. Plain, quiet, very good!
"Listen to the breeze, ringing in your ears. Sighing water and falling flowers, who is in the smoke cloud where the piano sound is long", the falling flowers are one after another, but they have not met the king. At the end of the regret is a small piece of hope, pouring out all its strength, and the palm is still empty. Who said that it was the place where the light came in, and the smoke clouds were thick, and only the sound of the piano was long; the flowing water soup could not wash away half of it.
The bead curtain fell, the face was blurred, the green shirt was still dazzling, but the two bent eyebrows were not smoothed, and perhaps the heart of the green shirt woman was not smoothed, which was the scar engraved in the corner of the atrium...
Where the noise interrupted my thoughts, I picked up the book, and the illusion of the rolling curtain was already fragmented. Read it again, think for a moment, but I don't know why she is sad or where to comfort her. I know that the beauty of the pear blossoms with rain is indeed not easy, but I also know that the sorrow hidden in the bottom of my heart is also helpless.
Mu Ne took the water and sprinkled it, the petals were stained with water droplets, accidentally touched the hand, cool and cool... The woman in the picture uses the bead curtain as a barrier, buries her heart deep here, and the sound of the horse's hooves rises again, this time, the guest wishes to return to the people...
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