Butterflies love flowers

Walking in the night pavilion,

At first glance, I felt sad early in the twilight. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Count the rain and the wind,

Hazy moon clouds come and go.

peach and plum are still in the spring gloom,

Who whispers in a swing laugh?

A thousand hearts,

There is no place for people to be idle.

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Woman, woman, your name is called Woman.

Tonight, the cold and deep moonlight sprinkled on the ground. The lonely shadow was a lonely figure, swaying a few times in the wind.

Shangguan Qiu folded a hibiscus flower, buried his little face in the flower, and sniffed the fragrance of the flower deeply. Jade is difficult to compare with the spirit, and snow is easy to lose the soul for the muscles and bones. Fang's heart is a little weak, and there are traces in the third month.

The delicate side concubine is really beautiful and has a bigger heart. It's just that he knows that there are tigers in the mountains, and he prefers to go to the tiger mountains. Her cousin is clearly a pure **// silk, but people can deceive Bai Fumei from the hands of Gao Fushuai like that Wang Dazhi.

Hey, Shangguan Qiu snorted coldly, and with a slight effort in his jade hand, the hibiscus pollen was white and white, and the top was very beautiful. The beauty makes you want to destroy it.

She rolled her eyes and half-pinned the hibiscus petals into her lips. It's a little bitter, a little astringent.

To be honest, Shangguan admires the delicate concubine in autumn. The delicate concubine is just like those girls who pursued democracy, freedom, and true love in a society at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

If you look at the modern rules and vision, it is very different: the move of the Jiaojiao side concubine can be regarded as a water-based poplar, and she does not abide by women's morals.

You can think about it: Jiaojiao Concubine is already married, whether you didn't love or love before this, you have already married that man. Of course, let's not discuss the question of whether the prince is a scumbag or not. (Our premise should be to blur the role of the prince).

Take Carmen as an example: it tells the adventures of a freewheeling gypsy girl engaged in smuggling.

Carmen seduces the innocent soldier Don Joseph and falls in love with him, abandoning his former lover in the countryside, the gentle and kind Mikaella, and is expelled from the army to join her own smugglers.

At the same time, Carmen falls in love with the bullfighter Luca again. As a result, the conflict between Joseph and Carmen became increasingly fierce.

In the end, the stubborn Carmen flatly rejected Joseph's love and finally died under Joseph's sword.

Undoubtedly, from a modern point of view, Carmen's behavior can be regarded as a representative of a scumbag.

first abandoned his original lover, and then seduced the soldier, let him be fired from the army, join the smuggling, a great young man! From the original five good youths, the good boys under the red flag, from then on, they went all the way to the black, and completely became the person they once hated.

The soldier has only Carmen since then, and Carmen is his only salvation. If even Carmen abandoned him, then everything he did before was not hot and sarcasm!

But! Carmen, who passionately pursues true love, falls in love with the bullfighter again, and finally rejects the soldier for the bullfighter, so the soldier kills her and commits suicide himself.

However, in the eyes of famous modern critics, it would be far-fetched to simply dismiss Carmen as shameless, or even purely sexual.

Although there is reason to think that this gypsy girl has a strong carnal desire, it is better to say that this desire is a desire for money. What capitalists seek is nothing more than making money, and it has nothing to do with ethereal values such as freedom, equality, and fraternity.

But just commenting on Carmen like that is too superficial.

Carmen is unique in that she is not willing to passively accept this humiliated and damaged fate, and if she is unable to resist it in her infancy, it only makes her rebel against it more strongly in adulthood. She seems to be being toyed with by men, but she would think that she is playing with men.

She is very good at teasing and seducing, and at that time she behaves really cheap but really irresistible to men, when men give in to her, or to the lust provoked by her, she is a victor, and men seem to be able to play with her, and she secretly laughs in her heart: who is more despicable and lewd?

She even put contempt on her face altogether—a nonchalantly humming a minor tune when she was arrested and interrogated, and a more rhythmic, fervent ditty when she seduced Haussie as she seduced any man. She seems to have put her fate on the line, and the flesh seems to her to be nothing more than a stinking skin that has fallen to the bottom and cannot be saved, waiting only for the final time of destruction.

Shangguan spit out hibiscus petals in autumn, and consciously kept pulling them out there. What used to be a fully blooming flower is now a solitary bunch of flower bones.

The current junior lives in this society under the banner of true love. In their eyes, who is the original partner in front of true love. In fact, it is a sophistry. They forgot: There was also love between the scumbag and the original partner. It's not an arranged marriage anymore.

It was late at night, and Shangguan Qiu's long eyelashes couldn't help but close together. It's like the magnetism of the South Pole and the North Pole, the force that can't be stopped, and the two are leaning together.

It won't be long before Shangguan Autumn will see the oppression of women in the dark feudal society that he had seen in textbooks before.

"Cousin Jiaojiao, you're here." Lu Yifeng's two thick eyebrows also rippled softly, as if he had been smiling, curved, like a bright first quarter moon in the night sky.

"Yes, cousin." The delicate side concubine glanced at Lu Yifeng shyly.

"Let's go, let's have a good tour of Daming Lake today." Lu Yifeng said and took the little hand of the delicate concubine.

Jiaojiao's side concubine slammed nervously and pulled her hand back.

Although Jiaojiao Concubine is bold and enthusiastic, she still has the three outlines and five constants in her mind. Not to mention in public.

Lu Yifeng's brows furrowed, and his heart was sour, similar to the old vinegar of Jiangxi that had been put for hundreds of years.

He thinks: It must be that Jiaojiao's side concubine dislikes him, looks down on his background, and thinks he has no ability, so why didn't she let him hold her hand.

Thinking about it like this, he is even more bold, he must make Jiaojiao fall in love with me again, in order to prove my worth, in order to pick up my self-esteem and self-confidence.

Lu Yifeng forcibly pulled the little hand of the Jiaojiao side concubine, and the Jiaojiao side concubine struggled hard, and pulled it out a few times, but she couldn't pull it out.

"Cousin Jiaojiao, your actions are still a little smaller, you see, someone is watching us."

Jiaojiao swept around, and it was really like this.

had no choice but to stop struggling, and Ren Lu Yifeng led him to walk on the shore of Daming Lake.

The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe.

Lu Yifeng looked at Jiaojiao's blushing face with satisfaction, and felt that it was the best rouge.