Xu is a year, thinking hard every year, and not seeing Qing every year.

Pulling the silk and picking up the candle flame, the lonely shadow reflects the tent curtain, and it is another season of winter wind and cold.

The cool quilt was unwarmed, the grave was withered and yellow, and it was difficult to sleep all night.

The snow outside the window is like flowers, and the candles in the house are withered.

The snow is in the temples and the eyebrows are flying, and the thoughts are deep and irretrievable.

The conversation with Qing is cumbersome, and no one answers.

Thousands of miles of silver flowers shine on the lonely grave, and Sito sends it to all the news.

Sad and sad lovesick dreams, dilapidated ancient strings are difficult to find souls.

The nebula has darkened and the snow has fallen from the city, when can I be at peace?

Holding the pen to draw the face of Qing, the pen is engraved into the bone, the paper is vivid, and the fate of this life is broken.

A thought of memories is broken, and obsession is irretrievable.

I thought it thousands of times, and I cried thousands of times.

Silver buds, away from people's tears, alone and haggard under the honeysuckle tree.

Qingqing Zijin, worried about my heart.

Unswerving till death, unswerving till death.

It's been ten years, and my wife has passed away for ten years, and I buried her in a small bamboo house on the outskirts of the city, and I have settled here. I planted a smiling tree next to her grave, and every year the smiling petals would fall on her grave and become the dust that nourished her. I set up a swing in the courtyard, and when I was fine, I sat on the swing and looked at the tomb.

In the winter of the tenth year of Yuqing, the first snow fell disturbedly. The incense burner in the house was smoking, and there was a thick layer of snow on the swing outside the house, and I wondered if the lady in the tomb would feel cold. The world laughs at me for being stupid and doing such ridiculous things. But if I don't warm her, who will?

Letting the cold wind come and go, I sat on the threshold and watched the snowflakes go by, and once again fell into deep thought, if I had been able to defeat the guards at that time, if I had been able to detect her abnormality at that time, would the result have been different?

Ten years, what should have been a scene of children running around the yard turned into me sitting alone on the threshold?

How desperate should she be lying in the snow at that time? Xu is God's retribution, I have waited for so many years, but I can't find a trace of her breath. Between heaven and earth, where can I find Qing?

Ask me who I have been alone for many years, and the Tao is only a young man's jade face.

I got up and walked to her grave and lay down on it gently, the cold weather made my teeth chatter, and I lay on the grave and refused to leave.

Will I survive this winter without her? No, no matter how difficult it is, I have to endure it, and if I don't see the retribution of the wicked who hurt my wife, I won't be blind even if I die.

Old friends from the past would come to visit me in this bamboo house from time to time, Sima Wanqin married Youling, and now, they have two children. When Sima visited Qin and Youling to see me, he never brought their children.

I know they're afraid I'm going to get in touch with it. In fact, I am just envious and jealous, envious that they can be with their beloved, and envy that they have children. My brother who was far away in Gurong City brought Qiluo's sister-in-law and Mrs.'s sister to come when the acacia flowers were blooming, and brought me the acacia cake, and Mrs. said that the acacia flower could be eaten, and I tasted the acacia cake, which was really unpalatable.

My friends thought of me as a lonely old man, but I was not yet in my prime. They are afraid that I will be lonely, so they will always find all kinds of reasons and excuses to appear in the small courtyard of the bamboo house. It's even more skinny than I was ten years ago, and now I'm cheeky enough to wait for my wife.

When Heiyue, who was far away in Weiyang City, rushed back to leave the city, it was already the second year of Madame's death, and she said that she always missed the people she cared about the most, and she cried and told me about Madame and what she had experienced. I listened carefully, listened and listened, and then wept.

She said that it wasn't until her wife died that she understood that in this world, in addition to Chen Lu, she was also protected by her wife. She said that when they went out on a mission together, her wife always asked her to stay at the inn and wait for her. She said that when Madame and her went to Huancheng, they encountered danger, and Madame told her to get aside and watch her kill in all directions. She said that every time there was danger, her wife would let her go first, let her go to report the news, and never let her wade into danger. She said that the last time, Madame drove her to Weiyang City, she found her happiness, Xiang Ling's predecessor did not tell her the news of Madame's death, she was kept in the dark for more than two years, and when she saw Madame's grave, she cried silently.

Qing Yingyu also visited this bamboo house courtyard, and she said that the master of Qianlan and Mr. Qi did not get together. But she found her happiness, and she became married to a man named Li San.

Jun Yanyu was admitted to the top prize in the second year, and then she was silent for many years, usually having nothing to do, and always came to this bamboo house courtyard to drink with me. He smiled and asked me if I would like to build another small bamboo house courtyard in this forest, and he moved Baiyang's tomb over, and our two families became neighbors.

He is the only son in the family, and his parents are getting old, and he finally can't hold on, and he can't keep his promise to his beloved, and this spring, he and the Xie family's concubine became married.

After getting married, he also came to this bamboo house courtyard to drink with me, and married a woman he didn't love, and he looked much sadder than me. I can miss Mrs. openly, he can't, if he mentions Bai Yang's words, then the daughter of the Xie family will cry, make trouble and hang herself.

In the past ten years, I have looked around for the figure of my wife, looking for the entire Great Qi Dynasty, but I did not see a familiar figure, and then I remembered that my wife was lying under the smiling tree in the small courtyard of the bamboo house, and she was always by my side.

Every day when the sun sets, she appears in my dreams, and when the morning comes, she disappears again. In ten years, I never really hugged her.

Every time I dream back at midnight, tears fill my clothes. Memories are tossing and turning in my mind, and my heart hurts. It was winter again, so I got up from the grave, piled up the snow in the courtyard into little dolls, taught them to read and write, and taught them to call her mother under the smiling tree. We sat together in the courtyard and had a good time.

However, the morning sun appeared in the sky on the second day, and the snow doll turned into a puddle of water, and no matter how much I kept it, they did not stop for me.

I brought a small bookcase and placed it in front of my wife's grave.

A bottle of wine in front of the case.

Pour a cup of sorrow, sorrow into the intestines and even more sorrow.

Pour another cup of sadness, sad and sad.

Pour another cup of memories and recall the memories of a thousand times.

Pour another cup of thoughts, and you have nowhere to send your thoughts.

Happiness and unhappiness.

Pain and no pain.

It won't be long before I pour another glass of spirits.

I'm no longer awake, but I'm still hurting for you.

You have gone, and where am I?

In the midwinter of Yu Qing's tenth year, I was sitting on the swing in the courtyard, and the secret guard came with the news of the sixth brother and the white night brother. Brother Bai Ye prepared to leave the city with the two generals, Zhang and Luo, with a large army. I looked at my wife's grave, and for no reason I felt a burst of joy in my heart, this is the happiest moment I have had in ten years!

Although Brother Bai Ye is not his father-in-law's own son, he is more like a relative than a relative. The vicious woman in the palace killed his sister, how could he give up, hibernate for ten years, and finally found an opportunity.

Madame, you don't blame me for making a decision, do you? If I had been the one who was forced to die at that time, would you have forgiven everyone graciously? If I had been lying under the cold snow, would you have let go of your hatred for the first time?

In the middle of winter in the tenth year of Yuqing, the emperor stood on the tower of the city and held the sword for the rest of his life. I don't know why he did this, he can be like the eldest brother, he knows that the sixth brother won't do anything to him, so he still left.

In the middle of winter in the tenth year of Yuqing, the new emperor ascended the throne and changed the year name to Ming Yuan.

I don't think I can wait for the enthronement ceremony of the sixth brother, and in ten years, I made a red gauze dress for myself. I hung red silk inside and outside the courtyard of the bamboo house, and decorated the new house, our wedding was ten years late, but in my heart, you have always been my wife.

I will hold the red in my hand and walk towards you from the gate of the small courtyard of the bamboo house. The red silk on the smiling tree swayed with the cold wind, and I will go to you, and from now on, we will always be together.

You stand under the smiling tree, looking at me with crooked eyebrows, do you know, I have waited for ten years, and I have waited for ten years to finally see you again. I didn't care about the red in my hand, I ran to you and picked you up, hugged you tightly, and swirled around you, you giggled in my arms, and the red yarn fluttered in the cold wind, blindfolding me.

I'm tired, can I rest on your lap?

I've been looking for you for ten years, and only now do I understand that I can only see you again if I take the Desperate Pill.

Madame, I can't hear or see clearly, are you looking at me tenderly? Gently brush the shredded hair from my ears?

Madame, I'm going to sleep!

Madame, hold me tight!