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Now the dead Nong is buried, and it is not known when Nong will be mourned
Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, and he buries Nong in the year to know who it is
Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age
Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing.
Every time I see the plot of Concubine De (Fang Ninger) played by Chen Songling being framed by the demon concubine and being given death by the Queen Mother, I can't help it, with tears in my eyes. It turns out that some words are not false, a person will really cry when he is sad, and his heart will really hurt when he is sad. It doesn't matter if you're a member of the authorities or a bystander. In fact, watching TVB dramas, it is not the first time that I have been moved to tears, but there has never been such a strong incident. In fact, when I watched this drama for the first time, when I was in this plot, I scolded the screenwriter countless times. Such a beautiful woman, such a good fate. How can you be so ruthless and let Ning'er just like this with infinite attachment to Hongli and infinite tenderness. Leave with hatred.
Fortunately, later, maybe the screenwriter couldn't bear it, or his conscience was discovered. Later, a Yue Xinru who was the same as Ning'er was arranged, let Hongli meet. After all, it didn't make Hongli lonely. I can't help but feel relieved. This may actually be the reason why I like TVB, the story is poignant and harmonious. But that being said. But I can't help but feel sorry for Ning'er. However, Fang Ning'er is Fang Ning'er. She is not Yue Xinru. She is not as lucky as Yue Xinru. can be with the person you love for life. After all, he answered that sentence.
The heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper, but it is true, the sky is jealous and red-faced, and the white-haired man is alone.
Sigh, who will give up and who will take in this life?
Marry Dongfeng Chun no matter what, go with you, endure drowning...
I am an out-and-out post-90s student, but I have always liked TVB's TV series, and what I like is incurable. A friend asked me before, why it can make me so crazy, so obsessed, for her question, I smiled and didn't say anything, don't explain anything, because I also know that this question, I can't answer it at all, just like the so-called love, ask what is the love in the world, and no one can answer it, only people who have loved each other understand what love is. In fact, I have asked myself countless times why I still can't extricate myself from this.
Why do I like TVB, I have given myself countless answers.
You may like the intricate story in it, you may like the characters with distinct personalities in it, you may like the emotionally rich ** in it, and you may like the entangled feelings described in it. Probably possible, because I'm a 90-year-old, and like all 90-year-olds, an emotional, nostalgic 80-year.
To our forever - Fang Ning'er, forever Chen Songling.
She lay quietly in this strange and familiar room, quietly, quietly, she couldn't see the expression on her face, she couldn't guess the heart in her body, she only knew that the once lovely pink fist was clenched tightly, and the red liquid was quietly left between her fingers. Quietly, quietly.
Outside the window, there was wind and rain, thunder and lightning, but she lay inside and didn't seem to hear anything, and the room was still quiet.
At this moment, God doesn't know whether to be angry or crying. Thunder rumbled, rain poured down.
If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, let alone people.
Outside the Zijin City, Hongli, who stopped his southern tour, was walking hurriedly in the rain towards the palace, he was in a hurry, he didn't care about the wind and rain outside, and he didn't care about the heavy rain outside, he wanted to return to Chuxiu Palace as quickly as possible, return to her, he was afraid, he was afraid that he would take a slow step, and he would not be able to see his beloved Ning'er in time, so as to lose his Ning'er again, he was anxious, he was anxious to return to her beloved Ning'er, he couldn't wait to have wings, and flew back all of a sudden, he hated, He hated why he couldn't protect his beloved Ning'er, at this moment, he had already forgotten everything, he only knew that he must return to Ning'er's side immediately.
He stepped into Chuxiu Palace with his heart burning, however, his beloved Ning Er was not here, he seemed to feel a little chill, a little uneasy, Ning Er"...He shouted as he looked up to the sky. The sound passed through the silent night, through the dense rain. Echoing back and forth in the palace. Reverberating.
Some things happen, they just happen, and none of us can change them.
He closed his eyes and pushed open the quiet room. His Ning'er was still lying there, quietly, quietly.
Wordlessly, he used his trembling hand to untie the "wet silk" that still covered her face, the wet silk was thick, layer by layer.
The lightning outside the house cut through the sky, and under the lightning, his beloved Ning Er lay peacefully, but his face was pale, as white as a piece of paper. It is this miserable white face at this moment, the one who once had countless cute expressions, the same pair of white and closed cherry lips, the one who used to be full of affection in the garden, and the one who gave him one sweet kiss after another with a little playfulness, it is this pair of eyes that are closed at this time, and the past and present were like that, with affection and veins, and such autumn water rippling.
However, everything is gone, and there is no going back.
In fact, God likes to play tricks on people the most, once, he lost Ning'er once, he thought he would never see Ning'er again, but after he missed her for three years, he met her again, he finally got his wish, and finally reunited with his beloved Ning'er again, at the moment when he found Ning'er He swore that no one would be separated from each other again, he was like a child, tearing the dragon robe on his body, wrapping each other's hands with cloth, praying for life and death to accompany each other, never separated, what a big irony, the dragon robe of the dignified Qing Kingdom, at this moment, actually used it for this purpose, the dignified Ninety-Five Supreme, the true son of heaven, turned out to be like this. Although I love the country, I love the beauty even more, such a lover, try to ask the world, what kind of man can afford it, and what woman can refuse, so, our Ning'er, agreed, although she knew that she might be wrong, "easy to ask for priceless treasures, rare to have a lover", with this lover, what does it matter if you die.
It would be nice if that minute and second were eternal. Pity. No.
Some people say that the farthest distance in the world is not the ends of the world, but so close that they dare not say I love you.
It is also said that the farthest distance in the world is that although they are face to face, they cannot enter each other's hearts.
Hehe. The young man didn't know what it was like to be sad, and he was worried about the new words.
.Hehe. I suddenly felt. These disease-free moans. Words. It's simply that. .
I'm telling you. In fact, the farthest distance in the world. It is. Two people who love each other. Heaven and man. Yin and yang are separated. The blackhead is missing. Prime Minister Bai left.
Now, he has once again lost her beloved Ning'er, he knows that this time, he will never come back, she is dead, since then, they have been separated by yin and yang, heaven and man, and he will not be able to see him Ning'er.
The rain outside the palace is still pouring, the lightning is still dazzling, and the thunder is still ringing.
He silently hugged the beloved woman in his arms, who had been smiling like a flower, at this moment, his face was expressionless, and the tears on his face and the rain had long been indistinguishable from each other. His world had completely collapsed the moment he saw Ning Er's body. At this time, he just wanted to leave here with Ning'er, but this former paradise was exchanged for the desolation it is now.
He held Ning'er's body, walked step by step in the long corridor, and walked towards the outside of the palace, and the subordinates on both sides were already kneeling on the ground, not daring to speak. The familiar and unfamiliar Queen Mother walked on the opposite side, in the face of the Queen Mother's accusation of the dead Ning Er, "there is more than enough to die" Hongli didn't say a word, but the hands holding Ning Er tightened, his expressionless face, suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes were full of sadness, even more full of grief and indignation, the group of concubines behind the Queen Mother who were once afraid of the chaos in the world, they didn't dare to make a sound at this moment, they had already knelt on the ground, don't dare to look up, he walked step by step towards the Queen Mother who wanted to block the road, the Queen Mother still wanted to explain, But at this time, a flash of lightning suddenly illuminated the entire Forbidden City, and even more illuminated the expression and gaze on Hongli's face - this is the eyes of a pair of angry and sad trapped beasts, he is still silent, but at this moment, the Tianwei of the world has inadvertently revealed--- who dares to commit Tianwei - even the queen mother who has been in the world for a long time can't help but be photographed by Hongli's Tianwei, dare not do anything else, and involuntarily stand aside.
He walked outside the palace step by step, he didn't want to stay here for a minute longer, and the rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier. He wants to take Ning'er out of here and go to an eternal paradise for each other, just like Ning'er herself, so kind, so peaceful, so indisputable, so transcendent. He walked step by step in the pouring rain, until there was no one to see, and he raised his head to the sky and let the tears that he had not stopped coming out of his eyes.
On Weituo Mountain, it is still beautiful, and the breeze is gusting, but now the peach blossoms are still there, but I don't know where the face is. Everything is wrong.
The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flowers fly and the people are tired and easy to dusk.
As soon as Du Yuchun returned, the lonely curtain was empty and the moon was scarred.
Hongli had been hugging the quiet Ning'er, and at this moment, he seemed to have been numb by the infinite grief. He sat there dumbfounded, quietly. It seems that he wants to stay forever at this moment with Ning'er, who is also quiet in his arms.
Suddenly, Ning Er's fist, which he had been clenching until death, slowly loosened, and a jade pendant that had been broken slowly fell from his hand, which was given to Ning Er the night before he went out on a southern tour. But now everything is really fragrant. Jade damage.
His pain was touched again, and he couldn't help but cry out again. At this time, the lonely geese in the sky circled back and forth, wailing. It seems to be sad too.
Empty, say merry.
The grass and trees are also worried, Shaohua is white-headed!
At night, he was still infatuated by Ning'er's body. At this time, he suddenly saw that all the chrysanthemums placed next to Ning Er flew into the sky, and many Ning Er flew out of Ning Er's body and flew into the sky, smiling at him, or smiling like a flower, or.
Suddenly. It's all gone again. Ning'er was still lying in the pile of chrysanthemums. What autumn water is bright, what smile is like a flower. It's all gone.
If everything is true, how good do you say it is. Pity. No.
I still remember the two sentences of Empress Li.
High-rise who is on the top, long remember the autumn sunshine,
The past is empty, and it is still like a dream.
Dream. Everything is a dream.
.Overnight obsession.
Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.
He leaned over the crystal clear jade coffin. Full of affection and infinite love, he looked at Ning Er lying in the jade coffin. He wanted to take another look at his beloved Ning'er. Because from then on. We will never see each other again. He looked at her quietly. Quietly. Quietly. It seems that his beloved Ning'er has not left him, but is just asleep.
Suddenly, he slammed the jade coffin shut. Close your eyes at the same time. He was afraid that he would never be reluctant to open his eyes and would not be able to let go.
At this time, the tears on his face were already rampant. The expression on his face was painful and reluctant, sad and helpless.
The cold smoke courtyard turned depressed, and the bamboo and empty windows dripped.
I don't know when the wind and rain will stop, and I have taught tears to sprinkle the screen window wet.
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