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Topic: "Spring Eve Wine Awakening"

The woman in the lush garden is delicate and gorgeous.

She was born to be everyone's best girl, the treasure of her parents.

The sideburns are shaking, the forehead is dotted with plum blossoms, silk clothes and shoes, the music is played in the spare time, the Han plays with the ink, and then sits in the boudoir, waiting for the favorite Langjun to come to the door to propose.

He is a scholar, although he is arrogant, but he is poor and unambitious.

Green shirt cloth shoes, selling paintings derived.

Miss Qianjin and the poor scholar, the story is so vulgar.

That year, the peach blossoms were brilliant and beautiful everywhere, and it was also that year that she met him who made her dizzy in the Wanfu Temple where she prayed for karma.

On that day, he drew a picture, his heart was happy, and he hurried with a peach blossom picture in his hand, and bumped into her who was admiring the flowers in the garden. The scroll in her hand fell to the ground, the picture exhibition, the peach blossoms jumped out of the picture and entered her eyes, the red flying flocculent sky was full of spring scenery, and the smoke was dense in the twilight.

When he saw that he bumped into everyone's young lady, he apologized with a panicked face, "It's a small student who is reckless, please don't blame Miss." ”

She was not annoyed, but squatted down to pick up the drawing and praised, "In the wind, the flowers smile and leave people dreaming, and it is really spring to the peach blossoms." ”

He stayed there in amazement, not wanting this young lady to have no young lady's temper, but proficient in resignation. didn't answer half-ringing, but she chuckled, "You bumped into me, I haven't annoyed you yet, why are you stupid?" ”

Extremely embarrassed, he apologized again, "It's Xiaosheng who doesn't know how to be polite." ”

Seeing him like this, she covered her mouth and smiled even more cheerfully.

He blushed and cheekily asked her to make a statement about this peach blossom picture.

After a moment's thought, she nodded her head in agreement. The maid beside him persuaded, "Miss, the master wants us to go back early." She didn't pay attention, but told the maid to get pen and ink. The maid glanced at the scholar, hummed and walked away, and whispered in her mouth, a poor scholar, and dared to ask our young lady to write words......

The maid scolded and left, but she smiled and said to him, "If I mention a word for my son, will the peach blossom picture of my son be given to me?" ”

It turns out that this young lady is a scoundrel. He thought about it, and showed an unspeakable look, "This ......"

"The meaning of the little woman's words is clumsy, she can only be happy with herself, and she can't afford to increase the king." She didn't speak slowly, just one sentence, and let him nod, "Good words are hard to find, if Miss doesn't dislike Xiaosheng's paintings, Miss can take them." ”

Looking at him with a smile, she picked up a book, and Jun Xiu's italics poured down: in the wind, the smile leaves people's dreams,......

Such a song is a catastrophe.

The beauty Jin Se, the talented son is in the middle of the year, the two are similar in age and have the same mind. So, the two heartstrings plucked the word 'affection', and a pair of wall people made lovesickness.

When the flowers fell, he came to the door to ask for relatives after thinking about it.

Her father smashed the teacup and went out, "The person who proposed the marriage broke the threshold outside my house, how could I marry a daughter to a poor and sour talent like you." ”

A proud bone is his only wealth, so humiliated is unwilling, a ruthless, he wrote to her to break up: you and I have a huge disparity in identity, from now on, don't be lovesick, lovesick and the king.

She trembled her hands and looked at the letter brought by the maid, and her heart suddenly ached, and tears rolled down.

Such a separation of sorrow is not a taste in the hearts of the two.

Because of love, because of madness, the tears on her pillow are seen day by day.

Two flowers of the partition wall, close to each other, lovesick.

Sorrow is like weaving, love is like grass, the longer it grows, the stronger it is, she writes letters every day, spring sorrow is full of paper without many sentences, and there are many sentences in every sentence, so that the maid brings the letter but no longer sees the person's reply.

Sorrowful, she became sick, the maid couldn't stand it anymore, and ran to the man's house with red eyes to beg the man, "My young lady has never been so sad, she wants me to tell you that she can grind if she is weak, and she can change her temper." She only wants to be with you for the rest of her life, and nothing else......"

He bit his lower lip with his teeth, but he didn't answer. "You better go back and take care of your young lady." With a flick of his sleeve, he gave the order to evict the guest.

"Please, Master Shu, don't treat me like this, if she continues like this, she will definitely die...... Please, even if you look at it......" The maid tugged at his sleeve and knelt down and kowtowed.

I don't regret it in the end, and I will make people haggard for Yi.

The love is so deep, how can the heart be embarrassed.

After all, there is a person with a heart, how to say let go, let go. So the two decided to go away hand in hand.

Late at night in early autumn, the moon is like a mirror.

She didn't want to admire, and came out the back door with a bag in her hand.

The maid cried and thought, "Miss, if you go out of here, you will be able to take care of yourself in the future." ”

Tears came down in strings, she knelt outside the threshold, and bowed to her parents three times across the wall, "If you are not filial, this time, my father and mother have never given birth to such a daughter." ”

He helped her up and swore to the sky, "If Shu Wensheng bears this intention in the future, he will be cut by the sky." ”

The two joined hands and headed to the ferry overnight.

Not long after, the lanterns and torches behind him were like stars, but the family members chased after them one by one.

Seeing Yan's father, she fell to the ground and cried, "If it doesn't work, I'd rather die." ”

He also knelt down and begged, "Wen Sheng is willing to go to Beijing again to gain fame, and when he is famous, he will marry this woman again." ”

Father Yan sighed and set a deadline, "If it is not three years old, my daughter will marry someone else." ”

In the ten-mile pavilion, she placed the wine and sent, when she held it, the tears were like broken beads, and she rolled down, "Every year when the peach blossoms bloom, I will wait for you in this pavilion to come to the title of the white horse and red dress gold list." ”

He choked in his heart, choked and nodded, "When the peach blossoms are incense, I will definitely return." ”

Singing the song "Farewell" is to keep the oath and part.

That year, she was exactly seventeen.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green...... A scoop of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight.

That year, he wore a white shirt and carried her full of anticipation.

Autumn and winter come, the snow is full of the garden, the cold is into the bones, she looks at the independent small building from afar, has no intention of watching the snow, and the thing she expects in her heart is the peach blossom season.

Thinking and missing, the remnants of the plum are scattered, and the peach blossoms have bloomed.

She ran away with joy and returned melancholy.

It is equal to three years, and every year it returns in defeat.

The wind blows the catkins, the flowers fall one after another, let the thoughts spread, and the paper is full of sorrow but nowhere to send.

This year, the color of the flowers will change, and next year the flowers will bloom again. It's another year of red and green season.

The maid smiled and said, "Miss, Miss, Shu Gongzi is the champion and first." ”

She was overjoyed, dressed properly, and wanted to wait for the pavilion with her skirt up, but when she passed by the lobby, she was stopped by her father. The man looked indignant, slapped the table and roared, "That person has already been recruited as a colt, and he has promised to be married, and you have wasted three years of glory for her." ”

Such a thunderbolt on such a sunny day, I don't believe it. Asked someone to inquire, but the news of that person had not arrived, and the holy decree had been announced to the world: when the moon was full, Princess Conglly was married to Shu Wensheng, the champion of the new department, and the world was taken over.

On the night of the full moon, the brocade lanterns in the city are hung high, everyone toasts, and the whole world rejoices.

With all kinds of tastes in her heart, she didn't drink the wine, and her eyes were full of tears, she smiled sadly, "The bird doesn't know how to hate, and it doesn't cry, and the tears cry blood." ”