No one can get rid of the shadow of loneliness, loneliness is absolute. Nor can the deepest love change the ultimate loneliness of human beings. Desperate loneliness is not so much the original sin as the original sin of the original sin!

Worry-free gone, the wind is gone! Without alarming anyone and not many people paying attention, Kyoto is a place that is easy to forget.

When I wanted to leave without worry, there was a lot of movement, and someone spread the news that she was dead! Jumped off a cliff and died.

When I heard the news, I shook my head a little bit, that woman was too dazzling, and too much in my eyes, she was really arrogant! It's a good thing to be dead!

And what about the people? It's a pity at best!

No matter how the Eldest Princess's Mansion justifies, in the eyes of everyone, worry-free, dead is dead! Probably going back.

After half a month, the inside and outside of the imperial city suddenly became tense and heavily guarded!

In the imperial study, the emperor said coldly: "You are really my good concubine!" How daring! ”

"I gave you unparalleled favor and gave you the identity of a concubine, even Duan Er I didn't treat you badly! What are you not satisfied with! ”

The desk was kicked off by him in an instant, the ink splashed, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were immediately scattered to the ground, and the entire imperial study was silent! With the emperor's roar, the pen holder rolled all the way to Yang Guifei.

Yang Guifei hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled, slowly picked up the pen holder in front of her, stared at the emperor's face and sneered: "Favor? You still have the face to mention it to me! When that humiliated the palace and the section of the palace like this, did you protect us! ”

As soon as she mentioned worry-free, Yang Guifei hated her teeth: "At the beginning, that little showed off her power in front of me, you are a dignified emperor, and you are not guilty of the past!"

"Over the years, have you ever watched Duan Er seriously! You will only favor the queen's slut, and even her son you have carefully cultivated! What are our mothers and sons! My son should be the crown prince! should be the most noble person in the world! What is that slut! ”

"And that little, why is she above this palace! That lowly bitch actually dared to beat the daughter of the palace! She should obediently be a dog for the daughter of this palace! ”

At this time, Yang Guifei was already crazy, and she suddenly laughed as she spoke: "But, it doesn't matter, she is already waiting for you on Huangquan Road!"

Overnight, the country changed hands!

Yang Guifei forced the palace, and the three princes ascended the throne! Under the pressure of the eldest prince and the second prince, the third prince had no choice but to be named the Morning King and the Maple King! His mother was named a concubine!

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No one can get rid of the shadow of loneliness, loneliness is absolute. Nor can the deepest love change the ultimate loneliness of human beings. Desperate loneliness is not so much the original sin as the original sin of the original sin!

The water chestnut that stepped on the years is like a dream singing in a low voice, tactful and clear, and the aftersound is lingering, echoing the flowers blooming in the dream.

A breeze blew away the golden dead leaves everywhere, I stopped, gently picked up the forgotten leaves, withered yellow but beautiful, and a touch of sorrow arose in my heart, like clouds and smoke, shallow and faint, but I don't know where the sorrow comes from, where does it go?

The water passed in the east, the leaves fell, and the time passed quietly, slowly, wearing new clothes and lighting firecrackers. One year, one year old, gradually approaching, secretly moving away, I sorted out my messy thoughts, and walked towards the new year, another year of green grass, and I couldn't catch the time Hao mercilessly crossed the gap between my fingers.

Time wanders through the wheel of fate, covering the complicated mortal world, and things have changed, and things have long been wrong. In the blink of an eye, the years have flown by. More than 4,000 days slipped out of my hands like a drop of water in the sea. There was no sound, no shadow, no trace.

The glitz of the world, after all the forms of the world, almost forget the beginning, those humble and pure white times go farther and farther, and there will always be a trace in the depths of memory.

Keeping the time, the orchid incense splashes ink, the drips are gentle, and the love is deep and long; Kissing the years, like a fire flowing through the years, the pictorial poetry, flying all the way.

Take a handful of time, hold an understanding, walk through the hustle and bustle of the red dust, and the depths of time are still the quiet beauty of the years.

Time passes; The years, precipitated, turned around is a story of time, I believe that time can witness everything.

Time flies, the years are like water, the dusty past is worth savoring, the lost youth is still worth recalling, and the road traveled leaves the traces of the times and contains the footprints of growth.

Time is like a beautiful girl, in the low eyebrows and shallow smile, there will be some people, some things, to the opposite side of the time, we were high-spirited at the beginning, have already been dyed by the years.

Time is like a rushing stream, no matter how much you keep it, there will be a moment when it flows into the sea.

Time is scattered in the snap of a finger, and the prosperity of the first life in the left hand is not enough to reach the scattered smoke and sand in the half of the city in the right hand.

Time always quietly accompanies us to grow old, stealing our youth, and when we no longer have the strength to sigh, he will stop, as if smiling and watching you grieve towards another world, or be safe.

Time can make deep things deeper and deeper, and can also make shallow things shallower and shallower, and the years tell us that love must grow with time, because the best love is in the deepest part of time.

Time is the best medicine to heal pain, it can make people learn to forget, but also let people learn to let go, the most beautiful years are who you meet, the deepest red dust is who you miss.

Time always slips through our fingers without even knowing it, and before we have time to appreciate it, it's gone.

The passing years are also like small splashes of water, quietly washing away the old and yellowed thoughts, like a soundless image, and then disappearing.

The years have passed, the lonely shadow Mu Qinghui, leaning on the old things and looking back at the idiot, time is an executioner, erasing the past and the present one by one.

The passing of the years, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, how many memories of the rings of the year and how many joyful pasts are contained in the falling flower season.

The past is like smoke, shaking off the dust of a place, the years are ruthless to us, time is always in a hurry, too hurried.

Time has been flowing, and it has been flowing, and it will not stop waiting for me to come to my senses and repent. I will live my life as the days turn. Decadence seems to have become some kind of pride. I was disgusted and despised for such a boring and boring life. There's always something to learn.

Life is either wonderful or uneventful. Since you are struggling to survive, you should try to make every step of your life brilliant. I also thought about going to many, many places, Tibet, Dunhuang, Sahara...... Even if it's just to walk around, it's time to move forward step by step towards your ideals. What I need to do is not only my foot strength, but most importantly, the accumulation of knowledge. Many wishes cannot be supported by imagination alone.

Every minute, every second, what is bubbling is not only the blood in your body, but also the source of your life - time. Listen, a little bit of it, slow but urgent, take you, from youth to aging.

I have been wasting my time, and the pale days are repeating day by day. Watching movies, chatting, sleeping, and even novels were left in the corner. For a long time, I didn't text or call friends on my phone, and their faces gradually blurred in my oblivion...... I can't remember how long it has been since I had a full morning or a full dusk. Most mornings, I'm asleep in dead dreams, and most evenings, I'm soaking in the backwaters woven by the web.

As the moon passed, a wisp of clear water flowed out, and a burst of fragrance flowed out; The annual rings of the tooth moon are only pale faces, waiting helplessly; Remembering the quicksand, no one can see his figure, no one can hear his footsteps, everything is going on in the passing, exploding in the passing.

Time, for people, is something that people can't fathom. However, it is the kind of thing that makes people cherish their time more. If, the years can give everyone wishes. I hope that the years can be reversed.

Time is invisible and intangible, just when you don't pay attention, it has quietly passed by you, maybe you have waited, but, what can you do? You still have to think about it. So we have to cherish time and cherish time.

Time is ticking, and it never stops; Everything is being renewed, and we are growing. The years are so fair, they never give people a second more, and on the contrary, they don't give anyone a second less. Everyone will experience the most important transition in life by the passage of time, such as: from naivety to maturity, from impulsiveness to composure, from innocence to prudence.

Time is ticking, and it never stops; Everything is being renewed, and we are growing. The years are so fair, they never give people a second more, and on the contrary, they don't give anyone a second less. Everyone will experience the most important transition in life by the passage of time, such as: from naivety to maturity, from impulsiveness to composure, from innocence to prudence.

What can I do in thousands of days? I'm afraid it's just a matter of getting by. The days of the past are like a thin mist, blown away by the wind, damp by the rain, so what traces of youth have left me? The scars of the years.

The passing years, the passing myths, these promises that the earth is God's will, the gentle universe, what can I do with this little planet? Only in the passage of time awaits a new miracle.

The ruthless old man of time is like a cold wind, blowing away the new breath of all things, but as long as you hurry with it on the road, there will be nothing to regret when you get old.

What can I do in thousands of days? I'm afraid it's just a matter of getting by. The days of the past are like a thin mist, blown away by the wind, damp by the rain, so what traces of youth have left me? The scars of the years.

In the blink of an eye, the long years of the year have been like the sand in the hand, silently lost. However, if the sand is lost, you can grab another handful; The flowers are withering, and they can wait until the next spring to bloom again; Childhood passes, but you can never go back