Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, and there is no one to pity the red incense. Great literature

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing.

In late spring, it is the time when the sycamore flowers are in full bloom.

In the spring red season, there is not so much excitement in the palace, and the only flower bloom is the sycamore flowers that are full of trees, so the sycamore flowers have become the gorgeous scenery in the palace.

It has been five or six days since Concubine Xiao bombarded King Fu and entered the palace with him, and he has never returned to the palace, these days seem to feel particularly lonely, in the face of the sudden death of Concubine Xiao, the sadness of life and death has unconsciously taken root in her sensitive heart.

It seems that he has already received the news that Concubine Xiao will be buried in the earth last night, and today the Empress Dowager Xiao and the others will be able to return to the palace, and this loss is nearing the end, then Murong Yichuan should return to the palace, so there is a little joy in Wanruo's heart.

"Princess, what are you doing here?" Chunhong saw that she was holding a pink cloth bag embroidered with flowers, and there was also a flower hoe heading towards the garden, so she was surprised, "The sycamore flowers are blooming, and it's a pity to see that the flowers are falling to the ground, I want to bury them." As if he spoke, he had a slight smile on his face.

There was a breeze and a few clouds drifting in the pale blue sky.

"Funeral flowers." Chunhong was even more puzzled, this good peacekeeping was going to bury the flowers.

It's like nodding; "Yes, I also figured out the guò funeral flowers to express my grief for the concubine, after all, I didn't be able to attend the funeral this time, I always feel sorry, then I will bury these flowers as the last gift to the concubine, don't come with me, I want to bury the flowers quietly alone."

Chunhong saw that she didn't want to let herself follow, so she had to follow.

It is like holding a cloth bag and a flower hoe and slowly came to the garden, there are more than a dozen plane trees next to Mochizuki Lake, the plane trees full of plane flowers are blooming lively, the breeze is constantly today, so the flowers fall with the wind from time to time, as if they came to the plane trees alone, the feet are the sycamore petals shaped like snow flakes as if slowly squatting down, and then put the flower hoe aside, infected with the cloth bag mouth open on the ground, she picked up the petals that fell with the wind with both hands, this sycamore flower is the only beauty of the world's calendar king's mansion, There used to be only plum blossoms in the palace, but now there are summer lotus and autumn chrysanthemums, which are not the only branches of winter plums, and the palace is also a little lively, but the flowers in the garden are in full bloom in all seasons, especially in spring, which can be described as a hundred flowers, but Wang Fuli's spring seems a little monotonous, a little lonely, fortunately, there are these plane trees, this piece of sycamore flowers like pink glow can be regarded as adding a touch of color to the spring of the palace, so as not to make him lonely completely. Great literature

It is as if picking up the sycamore flowers on the ground, but the wind blows from time to time, blowing her hair, and at the same time the flowers on the tree also fall with the wind, and the sycamore flowers fall with the wind, just like a large snowflake in winter, falling in every corner at will, and then a few sycamore flowers fell on Wanruo's shoulders, back, and hair, because she was too light She was unconscious, and saw that the petals on the ground were getting fewer and fewer, as if picking up the fallen petals, but the heart was already full of emotion, people said that women are like flowers, The woman of youth is like the beautiful and fragrant flower that blooms on the finger, which makes people pity, but once the youth is no more, the moment the fragrance passes away will be reduced to a flower falling with the wind, no matter where she falls no one cares, but the wild goose is old, slipping down to me, who will cherish you, the flowers have me to bury you carefully, there are tears of sincerity and regret in the soil, if he I fall when I fall, who will bury me carefully, will there be sighs and tears in the soil where I am buried? Unconsciously, it was as if it was difficult to blink in the face of the petals, and the tears moved slightly in the circles of the eyes.

Unconsciously, the cloth bag has been stuffed with petals, it looks bulging, but it is soft to the touch, although the cloth bag is full, but there are still so many petals on the ground in loneliness, the falling petals are looking at the branches blankly, eager to fly here, but there is nothing they can do, they can only look helplessly, look, helpless tears, tears.

As if she slowly stood up, carrying a cloth bag full of petals and slowly came to a plane tree against the lake, and then put the cloth bag aside, picked up the flower hoe and dug the soil on the ground little by little, she used all her strength to dig a grave for the flowers, the forehead of the non-woven cloth was already full of sweat, and the grave of the flower was already considered to have eyebrows, a breeze passed, pieces of plane flowers fell with the wind, the wind blew the bangs on the forehead, revealing a smooth forehead, but it was already sweating, Just a petal fell on the forehead and was stained with sweat, as if reluctant to raise his hand to get the petals off, so it was left on the forehead, just between the eyebrows, shaped like a pink cloud. Great literature

It was as if she put the flower hoe aside, and then picked up the cloth bag full of petals, and got up slightly to face the round pit, she opened a small opening in the cloth bag to let the petals fall slowly into the pit, and watched the petals fall into the pit, and then the breeze rose, and the petals on the tree were still falling piece by piece, falling on the ground, falling in the flower pit, and falling on Wanruo's body, as if playing a game of chess with a beautiful Wuhua snow, as if knowing that she had buried not only flowers, but also her sorrow for Concubine Xiao, There are also those untibling knots in her heart, the sadness that makes her heart hurt to tears is buried in the pit with the flowers, she is glad that there is only herself around, so she lets herself sell a qiē quietly, sell.

She didn't know that there was a man not far away looking at her infatuatedly, as if she didn't know that he loved her so much.

Shangguan Tianjue finally returned to the palace, just returned to the palace and went to Yin'an Hall and Ping'er to meet, only to know the news of Concubine Xiao's bombardment, and then he didn't say anything about this trip and went directly to his residence, just passing by the garden, and saw a white figure under the plane tree from a distance, at that moment his heart was picking, closer, and saw clearly, she was dressed in white and looked more beautiful, with the grace of the moon god, between the wind blowing the falling flowers, her dewy powder and the falling flowers blended together, The petals in her hand and the petals on the tree fell together, she looked at the falling flowers in front of her selflessly, as if she had forgotten the world, her focused appearance made people feel incredible, what kind of heart should be able to make her so focused, maybe at this moment she and the flowers are connected together, such a flower cherishing person, could it be that she is incarnated and reincarnated? Another gust of wind passed, pieces of sycamore snow flakes fell, she buried the flowers between the sycamore snow, the long hair floated up, the petals fell between the hair and were fluttered and fell The hair rolled up the petals, so she was between the flowers and snow, picturesque. After a month of not seeing each other, Shangguan Tianjue was facing the funeral flowers at this moment, but her heart turned a thousand times, thinking about going to Dongfang's house, the disgust of the Dongfang family for her, and the withered grass on her mother's lonely grave, she must have suffered a lot of grievances, facing her, I really wanted to go up and hug her, but I couldn't, I was destined to be able to silently guard in this life, and I was destined to be not her fate in this life, in order to make her life comfortable, I was willing to do anything, and I didn't sacrifice to hide the truth about King Fu's own son.

Before you know it, the bag is empty, and the flower pit is full of fallen flowers.

As if slowly squatting down, and then sending the cloth bag into the flower pit with the falling flowers, she cried to herself at the falling flowers; "Flowers, you won't be lonely together, you won't be lonely, today I will bury you, I don't know who will bury me in the other year, I sincerely pray that I will not be lonely, I will not forget jì I buried you today when I was alone, burying you is equivalent to burying my heart, I have a heart that wants to be broken, I really hope that after tomorrow a qiē will be fine, a qiē will be fine." Before I knew it, it was already a full of tears, and every inch was soft.

It was as if with tears in his eyes stretched out two small hands like onions to cover the soil on the body of the flowers little by little, little by little, and before he knew it, the flowers were gone, and the pit was slowly smoothed by the soil.

It was like looking at the flower pit that had been filled, listening to the wind blowing off the flowers, her heart could not be calm for a long time, and her tears flowed like a spring rain, it turned out that she buried not only the flowers, but also her own heart.

The wind is still blowing, the sycamore snow is still falling, and the funeral flower man is still gently caressed by the falling flower snow.

Funeral flowers

Flowers bloom and fall freely

When will the rouge tears stop

Green silk slightly curled with the wind and snow

Falling flowers lightly between the eyebrows

Three hundred and sixty days a year

The wind and rain are coming, and the cold is coming

How long can you smile and show your face

It's hard to find in the wind

Flowers bloom well and are hard to find

Under the tree, the flower man is sadly buried

Alone the flower hoe quietly shed tears

Tears fall and empty branches are dyed red

Just wait for the slave to get wings

Fly with the flowers to the end of the sky

End of day

Have you ever been free?

Yossi yarn wraps love bones

A cloud of pure mud covered with wind flow

Love is lonely and lonely

Although it is strong and warm, it is difficult to get rid of it

And now when it withers, Nong comes and gets dirty

It is unknown when Nong died

The flower man laughs at the funeral

He was buried in the year of Nong, and I don't know who

End of day

Have you ever been free?

Seeing the spring fall and fall

It should be the day of Fanghua's passing

Once the spring is in full bloom

The flower cripple does not know.