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The new imperial concubine is drunk _2000 words

The sky was blue, but my thoughts flew back to the Tang Dynasty with the breeze for thousands of years. It was an amazing time.

The first is to enjoy flowers.

Spring breeze blows through the pool, arousing the ripples of spring sorrow. The weeping willows by the pool look like a slim girl from a distance, which adds a little beauty to the Tang Palace Garden in this spring.

The peonies in the garden are blooming brightly. If you watch it for a long time, it will make people faint. Really the king of flowers! The sky is clear and the clouds are white. All this is so beautiful.

A few young maids are gathering at the edge of the flower bed, helping clusters of delicate peonies, which are so gorgeous and luxurious that people lose their eyes and the eyes of butterflies dancing among the flowers.

"The imperial concubine is here!" The eunuch's harsh voice came from a distance. Hearing this, the ladies-in-waiting in the garden stood in two rows, kneeling respectfully in the direction of Yang Guifei, waiting for this big imperial concubine who was loved by thousands.

Yang Yuhuan walked into the garden surrounded by the maid. She walked slowly, trying to show her nobility as an imperial concubine. In this way, her face was as cold as ice, and she could no longer see the innocence of a few years ago.

In front of a cluster of "Luoyang Red", she stopped, raised her finger and gently stroked the petals of one of the flowers. The movement is extremely soft and slow, as if trying to remember something. Is it a happy day when you are a princess? Or the joy of flying with Don? Nobody knows.

For a long time, she straightened up, took back her confused thoughts, and returned to the appearance of luxury and arrogance, which was difficult to approach. With a wave of her sleeve, an eunuch came forward and bowed respectfully, waiting for her order. She said slowly, "Are these peonies from the emperor?"

How dare the eunuch neglect him? He quickly replied: "Report back to the imperial concubine. The peony in this whole garden was given by the emperor. "

"What is it for?" She works hard.

Zhang Dehai's palms were soaked with cold sweat, and his legs trembled. He quickly knelt down and replied, "Go back and tell the empress that the emperor remembers that today is her birthday. He wanted to spend time with the Empress, but he couldn't help but have a lot of affairs in the DPRK, so he ordered the domestic slave to send this peony flower, and this yuquan wine gave it to you. May you be safe and prosperous! " Say and knock on his head, trying to suppress the panic in my heart, waiting for Yang Yuhuan's atonement. Reduce crime? Is it a crime to pass the decree? This is ridiculous.

Yang Yuhuan just smiled gently and hummed, "I know he won't forget his old love. He must have gone to Shang Yang Palace. " After that, she sat alone in the Chenxiang Temple, and her face immediately turned pale. He still went there, he still remembers his Jiang Caiping, and he still remembers Mei Zhongxian enjoying the plum blossoms in the snow?

She shook her head with a wry smile.

As a result, everything was in vain. Get his love? What did she get except the status of the imperial concubine? He is Jiang Caiping's husband, not his own. In a trance, she remembered thousands of days and nights with Li Mao. What a sweet life it is! No sadness, no missing, only happiness of living together.

Now, she has become his stepmother, and he and she can't be together anymore. Forever, what a beautiful but terrible word.

Second, drink.

Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

-Li Bai

What a mellow wine this is! She took a sip of the wine and thought about it.

That year, Hua Qingquan gave him a bath, and she had promised him, both physically and mentally. She fancied that he would never let her down. However, when something really hit her like a flood, she was crushed and the beautiful and indestructible bank collapsed.

She can't believe it.

On the seventh day of July, in the infinity of the Palace of Eternal Life, the kindness and love of flowers and the moon, the exquisite and gorgeous broom and hair are all their past. When did this love begin and the taste changed?

She was drunk.

I know I can't drink well, I know I don't care about him, I know my feelings are hurt, I know.

She knows everything, but she doesn't want to believe it. In this way, she can only be hurt and helpless. But what about her status as a weak woman? The people who gave her thousands of pets were the emperor, the monarch of the Tang Dynasty, and the emperor above ten thousand people. His identity is doomed that he can't bear the criticism of a little woman, and that they can only sweet talk, not be angry with him, and not give him a generous scolding, even if she has more honors. The privilege for these daughters to spoil their husbands once belonged to Wu Huifei, and this kind of life can only belong to Wu Huifei, which she can't get in Yang Yuhuan, and she can't get it.

Even in 1920, happiness has ended in the court of the sun and the moon, and the dawn has become long in Xianshan Palace, which is just a bubble illusion. As long as you touch it gently, it will be destroyed immediately, and there is no beauty at all. Some things are booming, but that's only the surface. Just like their love, it is too fragile and vulnerable.

Yang Yuhuan a sad smile.

She closed her eyes. With that charming smile, she closed her eyes and stopped looking at those glitz.

Third, dance.

Yang Yuhuan danced among the peony flowers. This is "Dancing in Clothes and Feathers" co-edited by her and him. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful, even a little tragic. That kind of beauty can make people lose their direction, lose the rhythm of life, and just be fascinated by her. I saw her sleeves dancing, just like Youlong. That kind of flexibility and frankness is unique, unparalleled in the world, and no one can imitate it. Even Mei Fei can't dance the most beautiful dance in the world.

She longs for freedom.

But her identity doomed her to be unable to be free, and she could only be willful, forcing him to drive her out of the palace. Only in this way can she get the greatest freedom and relaxation. But in the end, she will return to the palace. This is her fate, she has no choice.

This is Yang Yuhuan's life. So it doomed her ultimate tragedy.

I leaned on the balcony, looking at the sunset that has not yet fallen, and took back my thoughts that have passed through the Millennium. Is this story over? No, far from it. She and he will meet in heaven, but will they still fall in love? I think so, too. I don't think so

How can I fall in love again? That year in Maweipo, he just watched her hang herself, but he couldn't save her life. Forget whether he loves her or not. She hates this cowardly man alone. How can she fall in love again?

The scroll of history, after unfolding, is covered with that layer of dust. Since then, there has been no Yuhuan and no Ming Di.

Leave a few poems empty:

But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

-Bai Juyi

These two birds, Lian Lizhi, may no longer be suitable for them.

-Eventually.

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Grade one: Zheng Ziwei.