"The candle shadow shakes the wind, and a pillow hurts the spring. The candle shadow came at dusk above, shaking the wind, and the window could be seen opening, and it also closed the Zhuhu roller blinds in front. ”

"Sadness is lovesickness, a pillow, words are always sad, full of sorrow, lovesickness becomes a disease." Nangong Yin picked up a group fan and fanned it.

This sentence is also reflected in the evening rain. It is written that the Yiren rolling blinds are sad about the rain at dusk, and this writes that they are lovesick and lie on the wind candle, so they use virtual copying and realism to create a synchronic wonderland. The subtlety of the coupling is like two mirrors, revealing the fate of life that the two sides have the same heart and soul but cannot be fulfilled. Nangong Yin looked at Leng Xuanlin and said with a smile.

"I can't go back, so I said that this love can't be consummated, where is Fenglou, Fangcao is lost, Fenglou Zhuhu can't return, only the hope that exists in the soul of the poet." Leng Xuanlin looked at Nangong Yin and said with a smile.

"Where, the two words, asked poignantly, his feelings are clear, the hope is not reality, the reality is between the two, there is an insurmountable distance. The lyricist uses the return road of the grass as a metaphor, although this road is the way back, pointing directly to Fenglou Zhuhu, but it really can't be crossed. Leng Xuanlin looked at Mei Li who came in and said.

"The word mystery, the feelings are heavy and profound, the sense of confusion and loss, the hatred of the world, and the meaning is beyond words." Nangong Yin sighed.

Meili put the green smoke on the table and quietly retreated.

The beauty of this word lies in the poignant and ethereal artistic conception. The red apricot and willow smoke belong to the realm of lovesickness, and the spring color is picturesque. The return of the grass is a metaphor for the blockade of the world, and it also has a poignant feeling. Finally, Leng Xuanlin made a summary.

Nangong Yin shook the fan, looked at the chair, and looked at Leng Xuanlin.

In order to create this artistic conception, the box Nangong Yin chose today is very ancient.

The chairs they made were all carved from sandalwood.

In terms of enjoyment, Nangong Yin is very experienced.

"It's a word, and there is also a deep feeling for the woman you love who can't get her wish." Nangong Yin looked at Leng Xuanlin with a smile.

Leng Xuanlin's heart jumped, and he looked at Nangong Yin, who was smiling, "I don't know why Xiaoyin is so interested in words today?" ”

"I just want to hear Leng Shao's explanation, you must know that it is a blessing to be able to listen to Leng Shao's explanation!"

Leng Xuanlin was in a trance, as if there was a woman listening to her explain the poem in her ear, but Leng Xuanlin couldn't remember the woman's face.

Leng Xuanlin shook his head, what was wrong with him.

Nangong Yin looked at the green smoke in front of him, smiled, got up, and poured wine for Leng Xuanlin: "It's all my fault, what words I talked about!" Taste the green smoke cold. ”

Nangong Yin slowly poured the green smoke into the wine glass, and Leng Xuanlin watched a wisp of green smoke slowly rise in the wine glass.

"It's like a smoke, and it's like a light wisp." Leng Xuanlin sighed, "It's worthy of glamour"

"Leng Shaobai praised, the establishment of the glow is only because I like wine, if the glow wine is not good, I will lose too much." Nangong Yin smiled and sat down.

"Xiaoyin's life is chic." Leng Xuanlin looked at Nangong Yin like this and said.

Nangong Yin looked at Leng Xuanlin with a group fan, "I don't know what Leng Shao means by this?" ”

"It's really gratifying and enviable that the world can do what you like." Leng Xuanlin looked at Nangong Yin with a hint of envy.

Nangong Yin looked at Leng Xuanlin, who had a hint of envy, and took a puff of green smoke elegantly: "Leng Shao, taste the magic of glamour." ”