Seeking a novel set in the Three Kingdoms is the content of Da Qiao and Zhou Yu.

Beauty becomes young in an instant with a flick of her finger when she is old.

Beauty, once turned to dust.

After hearing the news that he vomited blood and died, I became totally ashamed overnight. My heart is like broken glass, and each piece reflects my haggard. Looking at myself in the mirror, there is no skin jade, no clear eyes, no red lips, only a night of white temples floating on the cold bronze mirror.

Sitting in the dark, I have no tears. In just thirteen years, I have finished my life. Those paths and paths of life, like a skylight, have lost their years. Looking at the distance where he disappeared, my clear sadness was muddy by memory. ...

Le mo le Xi Xin Xiang zhi

Everyone says that the two daughters of the Qiao family are immortals and beauties. However, my 17 years old is like countless innocent girls. I like beautiful spring scenery, mountain Hua Hudie, singing in Mu Ye in the suburbs and looking forward to love.

That day, it was a sunny day when apricot blossoms were in full bloom. When I got up in the morning, I was moved by the fragrance of apricot flowers in the air, and I couldn't help but take my sister's red calyx to the outskirts of Xinglin for an outing.

My lively sister is flying a kite happily on the grass outside Xinglin, while I am quietly finding my way among the flowers in the forest.

Under the blue sky, apricot flowers are dancing with the wind, sweet and fragrant, around me, dancing round and round. Humanistic apricot blossom misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which should be petal rain on a sunny day. Suddenly, a petal floated to my eyelids. I closed my eyes and reached out to open them.

Opening my eyes again, I saw his face.

He stood in front of me and looked straight at me for a while, his face trembling. His stupid expression made me laugh. Then, he held out his hand, touched my smiling face and smiled at me, and I froze. His smile, handsome and free and easy, is suffocating. Sweet spring, secretly floating on the apricot tree, leaking everywhere, leaking from the nose to the heart, like the river tide I see every day, sweeping me away.

He opened his mouth, and his clear voice tapped like jewels: "Are you an apricot fairy who came down to earth privately?"

The smoky wind blew up my pure white skirt and swayed into thousands of flowers. In a trance, the fallen flowers came at me. I just looked at him, at a loss. This man in white, the boy in my dream, will recite poems in the courtyard of the fallen leaves of the phoenix tree, will dance the sword in Leng Yue in late autumn, and will also put out his arms and hug me warmly.

His arms are as firm as a tree, and he holds me in his arms like a tired bird.

I looked up, his lips were covered at this moment, with irresistible heat. His lips are moist and rich, like aquatic plants, with the unique fragrance of plants; My lips are thin and weak, like a tail fish in a dry river, reborn in the grass. They are so different, but they are like hermaphroditic fish on Tai Chi map. Together, they are a complete universe.

The sun shook a few times, and my eyes were dizzy and I didn't dare to look straight. Close your eyes, his lips have swam to the collarbone, like a butterfly wandering on a flower, eating marrow and loving taste, refusing to leave, branded repeatedly between my neck.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that the light and shadow were mottled and harmonious, flowing through the layers of flowers in my hair, and my heart seemed to light up. His lips have left, but his breath still surrounds me layer by layer, and silk thread wraps around my bright face.

His big palm caressed my long, blooming hair, rubbed my cheek and whispered, "Tell me your name."

I bowed my head and blushed: "I ..."

However, before I could say anything, I heard my sister's footsteps running into the forest while calling her sister. I turned around and left in a hurry. When I look back, thousands of apricot flowers are flying behind me like butterflies.

After a long time, he told me that the day we first met, he thought I was an apricot blossom in the rain with apricot red and pear white, which was in bud in spring.

Since then, my dreams have been full of his shadow.

Song is wrong, Gu.

One day, apricot blossoms and tea buds opened. My sister and I were chasing and playing in the yard and saw our musicians file out.

My sister was curious and took the old housekeeper to ask. Only then did I know that Zhou Yu, a famous young hero of Jianwei in Jiangdong, came to visit his father this morning, hoping that his father, the richest man in Jiangdong, would pay a salary.

Zhou Yu? My sister suddenly opened her eyes with excitement. My sister forced the two girls who played the piano to step down and replaced me with her, regardless of his embarrassed face.

My sister and I walked into the hall with ten other musicians, playing strings and singing softly. I have been afraid to look up for fear that my father would recognize me. With the sound of the piano, my heart is like a fallen flower, drifting away with the running water.

My sister next to me secretly kicked me and whispered, "Zhou Lang is so handsome."

I am curious. Look up. In an instant, the sound of the piano was in chaos, like ours. I can't read, but I can only stare at the face that has appeared thousands of times in my dream. Is he Zhou Yu?

I should have expected, the whole Jiangdong, who else is such a handsome and noble man?

As if dissatisfied with the noise, he cocked his head and looked in my direction. His eyes never left. At that moment, there was silence between heaven and earth, and there was no falling flower or piano sound, only his gentle eyes were facing me. HarmonyOS system of heaven and earth, only this ray of eyes is warm and fills the air.

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2007-07- 19 19:05

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A few days later, he had a guqin sent to me. The thing is, that day, Miss Da Qiao played the wrong piano for fear that it would be inferior and difficult to play. I gave a guqin as a special gift, hoping it will be worthy.

My slender fingers slowly touched the ebony, which is said to be the ebony that Sima Xiangru played Phoenix. At the bottom of it, I found two small words engraved with my heart. This is my name-green mark.

Later generations have been talking about that day, saying that "the music is wrong, I care", and how Zhou Yu, a young genius, mastered the melody and captured a small mistake in music score. Only I know that the music score is not a mistake, but a heart sound that I accidentally leaked.

After I got the piano, I always avoided my father and left my sister, and whenever I had time, I went for a walk in the depths of Xinglin.

That indomitable spirit hero is just a gentle man in front of me. He personally swings on an old apricot tree. He always pushes me slowly and watches me rise and fall with the swing. I know he dotes on me, and he likes me to call him "Gong Jin" softly; He looked at me with a warm smile.

However, he is very busy, busy with world events, busy with the world, so busy that I seldom see him.

Finally, that day, he told me that he had not seen me for a long time, and that he would lead the north and shoulder the mission. He held my hand and told me to wait for him.

Who would have thought that providence could not help others?

The sunshine in early summer is dazzling.

I play the piano under the tree. Dad came to me with a happy face.

Wang Sun of Jiangdong is a promising young man with good looks. He heard that the two daughters of the jstars are very clever and naive. Today, he sent someone to propose to him and decided to get Xiao Qiao engaged to General Zhou. When General Zhou returns triumphantly, he will marry another day.

I can't hear anything. In the white sunshine, my father's mouth was open and closed, like a dying fish. My eyes were dark, and I vaguely heard someone exclaim, "Miss Da has heatstroke, call a doctor quickly!"

I just want to stay awake for a long time, but the doctor's medical skills are superb. I can only wake up inch by inch and watch my heart slowly turn to dust.

I begged my father not to marry me to Sun Ce. But dad was embarrassed, the king's orders were majestic, and it was impossible for a humble cloth to resist.

I want to beg my sister to trade with me. My sister ran to my knee first, and I was overjoyed. Sister, you know, my father married me to Zhou Lang. I fell in love with Zhou Lang at first sight that day. Dad is really good.

They are all people I love, and I can't hurt anyone. I only ... hurt myself.

Pick up a grass from the ground, gently knead it in half, throw the half with roots into the endless sky, and keep the half without roots for yourself. Without him, I've been this weak grass from the soil ever since, and I can't live any longer. I sat in the twilight and stroked my ebony. Time goes by slowly, and my only hope is that he will come back and stand by and watch me fight for love. Then, I will follow him to the ends of the earth, never leaving, never complaining or regretting.

Who did Jin Lang propose to?

When the first snow came, he finally came back.

In Xinglin, the ground is covered with pale snow. I begged him, "Gong Jin, take me away." As soon as the eager heart is exported, it turns into a cold white fog, which is intertwined in front of us. We can't tell whose breath it is, and we can't tell what kind of atmosphere is around us at the moment.

He hugged me tightly and said in my ear with difficulty, "Fu Bo is my best friend and my king since I was a child. I can't let him down. "

I pushed him away and smiled at him slowly. The smile is as cold as my heart: "Because you can't fail him, you must fail me?"

The next day, he took Sun Ce to Qiao Fu and set a wedding date for his father. I will always remember that the snow was overwhelming that day, as if to freeze all the fragile feelings between heaven and earth.

I've never been in love, but I'm shallow.

Beauty is unlucky since ancient times.

In spring, peach blossoms fill the garden.

At the same time, my sister and I put on a wedding dress embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, a gown with rockhopper, rouge, eyebrows and lips. All the servants said that they had never seen a more beautiful bride than our sister in their lives. All the servants also said that our husband is the dragon of the people, and he is proud of the world. However, looking at my sister's happiness and shyness, I can't even have a good cry.

When Sun Bofu held my hand tightly, I turned around and looked around. My Gong Jin, he looked at me with painful eyes, and then he reached out to my sister.

Red is like a robe. It's so red that I vomit blood after hearing the good news. It's too cold. The first time I saw Gong Jin wearing a red skirt instead of a white one, but it wasn't for me.

After marriage, I locked myself in the high wall and deep courtyard of the Wu Palace, and every day I saw the same gray-blue sky, without clouds or birds. Beyond the high wall, times have changed, and my beauty and my husband's status have become legends through the ages. But no one knows, undertale, my thin shoulders can't even make charming love bloom for a season.

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2007-07- 19 19:05

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Two years later, I saw Gong Jin again. My heart is still beating violently when I see him, and I will never forget him. I just didn't expect to see him under such circumstances.

He came with a soul. This is the soul of my husband Sun Bofu. In the fifth year of Jian 'an, Cao Yuan refused Guandu, and my husband plotted to attack Xuchang, but the soldiers were not sent and were assassinated.

He told me to be sad, by the way, but he cried harder than I did. His crying is the injury of Liang Chen to Mingjun, his pity, his pain to his hands and feet, and his sorrow to the mountains and rivers.

I just stared at everything. My heart, unexpectedly, is not sad. Birth, aging, illness and death are only natural laws. Life is like sowing in spring and sowing in summer, and death is like returning grain to warehouse after autumn. No one can escape. One day, so will i. At that time, dear Gong Jin, would you cry like this?

Since then, the family has been ruthless.

My husband came to the palace almost every day for his funeral. Although he never looks me in the eye, I know he pays attention to my every move. I followed him and stared at every side of him silently. In the bright sunshine, a silver light stung my heart. He is only 26 years old, but years of fighting and sadness have made him grow up early.

Finally, when no one is around, I can't help but reach out and touch his white hair quietly, like touching the lines of our lost years. Hands are white and blank under the light, and those silver wires are scars of years, which can be clearly distinguished but cannot be erased.

He shook his whole body, grabbed my hand and hugged me tightly in his arms. He murmured, "Green Mark, what shall I do with you? How can I forget you? "

His hand, so tight, tried to rub me into the bone marrow. His lips are so hot, burning with despair, sucking and squeezing, like a drought man who has trudged in the desert for thousands of years. As for me, my eyes are confused and I tremble all over, like the Woods in autumn, and the temperature of a kiss can ignite.

Finally, he held me in his arms again. My tears drop by drop on his shoulder. I want to say, I still remember the way he smiled at me under the apricot blossom in spring, and I still remember the gentleness with which he pushed up the swing. ...

But I can't hurt him. I can't let him ruin the righteousness of the monarch and the minister and the friendship of friends because of me. I can't make him a target. I can only, push him away, push his arms away, push my own happiness away, and say coldly, "For me, treat the red calyx well." I don't want to, she is as sad as I am. "

I refused to see my husband after his funeral. Because, I know, if I look at him again, I can't help begging him to take me away, take me to the end of the world, and live and die together.

My sister visits my widowed sister occasionally, and only then can I hear from him. It is said that he is more elegant, more calm and more graceful. However, my sister always complains that he is only heroic and has no feelings for children. He has always been cold and distant from her, without any warmth.

I caressed my sister's head and said nothing. I can't tell her what he looks like when he is gentle.

See you again when the sky falls.

Ten years. More than three thousand days and nights, I can't afford to make waves, and it's not surprising.

On that day, it snowed heavily and it was gloomy early. I played the piano in the palace, and that was the ebony he gave me. The rope is broken.

My chest suddenly ached, as if my heart had been torn out of my chest by life. I fell to the ground in pain, unable to make any sound. Before I knew what was going on, crazy sister ran into the palace with tears on her face and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Sister, Zhou Lang is dead."

Then, tearful servants came to report that Zhou Yuling, commander-in-chief of the water army, led the troops to attack Xichuan and was killed by an arrow when he arrived in Baqiu City. Before he died, he only said one sentence: "I really want to see apricot flowers again."

The hair was full-length and turned white overnight. I spit out one mouthful blood and dyed it purple, like when we first met, he kissed my red lips, and also like the harsh wedding dress when we got married.

Looking at the distance where he disappeared, I smiled and murmured, "Gong Jin, let me watch another apricot blossom rain with you."