The title of Cao Yue's essay is to sing for a woman from a thousand years ago.

The southeast and northwest winds blow down thousands of years of wind and dust.

In and out of dreams, there is always a slender figure dancing.

Your dancing figure seduced me to this once glorious royal palace

Standing on the tall pedestal, looking back at the Tang Dynasty, I knew that the once splendid carved column vermilion had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Who knows, Tang Yun, who has been sleeping for a thousand years, sounded softly when I stepped lightly here

The heart is lonely and fickle, and the dust on the stone steps is falling, startling a thousand-year-old piano rhyme in the vast depths.

More than a thousand years ago, in that season of wind and snow, would the woman who had been here play the piano here, at this nightfall, dance her long hair as her sleeves and play and sing a thousand-year-old Tang music?

The wind comes from time immemorial, pouring out the lost legends of history.

The carved fence vermilion has long been sleeping in the dust of history and has disappeared, but at this moment, when stepping on this place that makes many people sigh and sigh, the thousand-year time seems to be only a stone's throw away, and it is within reach

Like a legend of a story, I traveled through thousands of years of time in an instant, met and met you when the twilight was getting thicker, holding your hand and dancing, the piano rhyme came from the depths of my heart, floating between you and me, holding my hand and staring at each other, the tears in my eyes turned out to be real crystal

The past is like fireworks behind time, I don't know from which day, I don't know how many years it will end, you are always my wordless helplessness waiting across time and space.

And in this night, it was like a dream come true.

There is no need to look back, the ancient rhyme you play and sing is like the spirit of the night, cruising between the palaces and palaces of the past, pouring out a whole period of human affairs

The sound of the piano that penetrates the years, tactfully walks from the night to the night, and becomes clear into the crystal in your eyes.

Plain clothes bloom like a white lotus, and your tears drip down the stone steps and drop in my heart

Gently reach out and want to wipe away that sparkle for you.

But just as I smiled and reached out to your cheek, I found that I couldn't relax my fingers.

The sound of the piano is faint, the music is loud, and countless dreams come to sing in an instant, but everything is shattered at the moment when I want to grasp it, and it falls from my fingers.

Everything is floating away in a dreamlike trance, empty and melancholy.

Looking at the Tang Family Palace in the darkening night, the corners of my mouth showed a wry smile and finally understood that it was impossible to return to the loneliness of time, you and I will eventually become two people separated by a thousand years of time and space, your face will appear in my dreams, but my smile will never be your light singing

Take a deep breath and let the two tears that slipped down at some point drip into the night.

Taking advantage of the darkening of the night, let us sing a song of the Tang Dynasty piano rhyme every other time, and sing it into a dream of soul blending.

After reading this small article, Zheng Han's heart was deeply shocked.

There was no need for Cao Yue to explain anything, she immediately understood who the woman written in this article was, and she immediately substituted herself into it, fantasizing about the woman written in Chinese, playing and singing with Cao Yue in the night, dancing in the haze, and finally the two held hands and looked at each other, speechless.

She's a little drunk.

The first time she saw what Cao Yue wrote, she couldn't imagine that this strong man had such tenderness and such delicate writing.

Cao Yue, a civil and military talent, has his own evaluation of himself, which is really not false at all.

After Zheng Han finished reading it, he looked at Cao Yue with a smile on his face and full of affection.

Everything is in the words, there is no need for words to explain and explain, the exchange of eyes between the two speaks for itself.

Cao Yue knew that Zheng Han recognized his writing and praised it very much.

It made him very proud.

He knew that Zheng Han was a high-achieving student in the Chinese department, and no matter what he wrote, he was very good, and it was not something he could compare.

The fact that this little article can be recognized by her shows that he writes really well.

This small article is really a vacation he took a few years ago, traveled to Xi'an, and walked to the Daming Palace Ruins Park, pondering on the Taiye Pool, and suddenly had a big burst of inspiration and wrote it down casually.

At that time, he seemed to have a feeling that there were ancients around him, and the beautiful woman he had always admired and liked was dancing beside him. That night, he also had a dream that traveled back to the Tang Dynasty, dreamed of many beautiful women, and after waking up from the dream, his thoughts were naturally revealed, and he wrote down his feelings.

Although he enlisted in the army, he felt that he was a literati in his bones, and he was interested in history and both.

The right hobby should be inherited from his mother Nie Dan.

Nie Dan, like Zheng Han, is a strange woman, proficient in chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, and her writing is even more extraordinary. Innate factors and acquired influences, Cao Yue wrote very well when he was a child, and Nie Dan once suggested that Cao Yue should choose to study Chinese in college.

It's just that after a series of mistakes, Cao Yue went to be a soldier without the college entrance examination, and after returning from the army, he still did not take the college entrance examination, but under the arrangement of the old man, he went to Jiangsu and Zhejiang University to study history.

Cao Yue is very confident that in terms of literacy, he should be no worse than the top students of the Chinese department.

In his own words, he is an all-round person, a master of both civil and military talents.

The person he likes is also so good at writing, of course Zheng Han is happy.

Several other girls read this article and were quite shocked.

It's not that they think it's a peerless good article, but they are amazed that Cao Yue, a veteran, can write such a delicate and beautiful essay.

"Senior Brother Cao Yue, your writing is very good," Zhu Xiaopin praised him, and then pointed to Zheng Han and said to Cao Yue: "Hanhan is like the woman you wrote in your article." ”

Zheng Han smiled and didn't say anything.

At this time, the dim sum and delicacies they ordered came up, and the five of them had to stop talking.

After the waiter left, Cao Yue smiled and asked the fourth girl: "Have you guessed who this woman is in my article?"

"Shangguan Wan'er" Zheng Han leaned into Cao Yue's ear, said his name softly, and smiled very proudly.

Cao Yue nodded slightly, expressing approval.

"Wu Zetian" and Zhu Lishuang have a different answer.

"It should be Shangguan Wan'er," Chen Xiaohui and Zheng Han said the same answer.

"I think it's Princess Taiping," Zhu Xiaopin's answer was different from that of others, and after telling his guess, he asked Zheng Han again: "Hanhan, who do you guess?"

"It must be Shangguan Wan'er. ”

After Zheng Han said the answer with great certainty, the eyes of several women looked at Cao Yue at the same time.

"There are several famous women in that era, and the ones that women like may be Wu Zetian, Princess Taiping, and Empress Wei, but there is basically only one that men like, and that is Shangguan Wan'er, the uncrowned prime minister. Zheng Han and Chen Xiaohui said well, this article was written for Shangguan Wan'er. Cao Yue said the answer with a smile on his face.

"Why do men like Shangguan Wan'er?" Zhu Xiaopin was a little puzzled. "Is it because she is so famous?"

Zheng Han was silent, slowly drinking the mutton soup, looking at Cao Yue, waiting for him to say the answer.

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