The story takes place in Chang'an.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk......"

The sound of the wooden fish resounded in front of the Buddha.

A nun with a clear face, she closed her eyes, held a Buddhist bead, knelt in front of the Buddha statue, and tapped the wooden fish.

Go and stay unintentionally, wandering with the clouds outside the sky.

Her name is Yun Shu.

In the year of winter and winter, the candle flame moves the golden boat. Caiyan is difficult to find the dream, and the crisp flowers are empty.

Wen Yuan thanked for his illness, Lan Cheng traveled for a long time, and looked back sadly. The bright moon and Meishan flute night, and the wind Yu temple warbler day.

………

Puyue mang, when the emperor came to Chaoyang Temple to pray for blessings.

There is no need for mountains to escape the world, and the door is now busy.

If the Buddha is interested, visitors stay in the Buddha hall.

The lily of the valley flowers in the temple are blooming.

Yun Shu stood in the backyard of the temple, looking at the person in front of him in a yellow robe, and couldn't help blushing.

"Would you like to go back to the palace with me and be my concubine?"

Some people have converted to Buddhism and devoted themselves to the Tao. Some people are forced to be helpless, the red dust is rolling, and it is difficult to find quiet, and how many people can truly cultivate their minds and participate in meditation.

Yun Shu's eyes moved slightly, clear and shallow, and the water flowed in a beautiful red face.

She lowered her eyes and nodded.

Treat my long hair to my waist, and I wish to have a good night with the full moon.

………

Lightly sweep the moth eyebrows towards the painter, and concentric Chinese buns are knotted with green silk.

Regardless of the nobility, regardless of the flashiness, three thousand flowers, a lifetime of concern.

In February of the following year, the spring half of the water valley.

The plum blossoms in the temple are blooming.

People come and go in the fragrant country, and the birds hang upside down in the trade winds.

I like the water and light to reflect each other, and the horizontal oblique shadow is sparse.

The emperor specially summoned a letter to seal Yunshu of Chaoyang Temple as a talented person from the seven grades, and access the harem from the temple.

The lips are lowered, the eyebrows are drawn, the hairpins are hairpinned, and the beads are on the ears.

She was dressed gorgeously and walked into the unknown water moon mirror flower in the harem step by step.

They say that love is a practice.

………

The jade tower that is high into the sky plays bursts of sheng songs; The laughter of the palace concubines drifted in the wind, and it accompanied and harmonized.

Prosperous harem, three thousand beauties.

Water-sleeved brocade robe, golden hosta, moth eyebrows and phoenix eyes, bright as peach blossoms.

Open and secret fighting, intrigue.

The lonely empty courtyard is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and do not open the door.

Jun's grace flows eastward like water, and he is favored and worried.

After three years in the palace, he worked every step of the way, paying attention everywhere, and finally lost in the affection of the kings since ancient times.

Tears are exhausted, and the dream of Luo Scarf cannot be realized, and the front hall is singing in the middle of the night.

The red face was not old and the grace was broken first, and he sat in the smoke cage until Ming.

………

Yun Shu begged the emperor to allow her to return to Chaoyang Temple and cut her hair as a nun.

When the emperor heard this, he only hesitated a little and then allowed her.

Three thousand green silk, three thousand flashy.

Unprovoked wind and moon, gratuitous to each other.

If you have loved, you will know deeply; hate, Fang knows that the fate is shallow.

The clouds and smoke in the past are all a dream of Nanke.

When I wake up from a dream, I know that I can't make mistakes again and again.

The red dust is full of dust, but it is just that one point of spring, three points of flowing water.

Someone once said that love and hate are like clouds of smoke after all, and life is short, so why carry too much.

The past is like a falling flower and rain, after the splendid possession, if you can be clean and forget, it is not a kind of transparency.

There are all guests, and gathering and scattering always follow fate.

………

In November, he returned with his clothes.

The snow drifts away and falls on the plum blossoms.

Red plums and white snow are a few affectionate.

Yun Shu knelt outside the Buddha hall, the green silk was scattered, and the snow was still flying, wetting the gray and white clothes.

Green silk is also love silk.

Three thousand green silks, tied with thousands of sorrows.

The breeze between the fingers cuts the green silk, and the meeting is only in a dream.

The snow is green, falling inch by inch.

Half remembered, half forgotten.

The moment of resolute abandonment has achieved another beginning.

The green silk falls, and the heart is dead.

The past is like smoke, drifting away with the wind.

The Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, in this life, is the best.

………

Yumiao Lanting is now an ancient road. The frost overnight stained the trees by the lake. The parrot cup is deep and does not complain, and he knows where he meets when he meets.

I can't keep my prime. In the mirror, after all, it is gone. A sentence Ding Ningjun remembered, immortals must be made by idlers.