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    [1] "Long Lovesickness. Rain" [1] Wan Qiyong. Ci

    One sound, one more change.

    The plantains outside the window and the lights in the window,

    Unlimited love at this time.

    Dreams are hard to come by, hate is hard to flatten.

    Don't worry about people and don't like to hear it,

    The empty steps dripped into the light.

    The rain kept falling, and the wind was getting tighter.  Du Shiniang sat alone at the table, listening to the patter of raindrops hitting the window paper, and listening to the rattling of the window sash by the wind, she felt even less sleepy.

    The plantains in the rain and the candlelight in the house also seem to become emotional at this time, quietly accompanying the lonely Du Shiniang-good dreams are hard to come by, and this hatred is hard to get rid of.  The rain outside the window does not care about the state of mind of the sad person, it keeps falling wantonly

    Du Shiniang raised her voice and shouted: "Ruyi, Ruyi!"

    Ruyi immediately walked out of the hut next door: "Yes, miss, what's the matter with you?"

    Du Shiniang said: "Grind ink for me, and prepare paper and pen."

    Ruyi pursed her mouth and muttered: "Miss, you have to write again! In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't write, every time you write poems and lyrics, you always have to make trouble until five o'clock before going to sleep."

    Du Shiniang said unhappily: "If you think it's troublesome, go to bed first, I don't need you to serve When did you learn to nag like this!"

    Ruyi quietly prepared the pen and inkstone: "My eldest lady, it's not for your own good, I won't talk about it, is it okay?" She put a stack of beige flower paper neatly on the table, grinded it  After finishing the ink, I put two high-quality small Seiko pens on the pen hill.

    Du Shiniang still sat down at the table and pretended to be angry.

    Ruyi poured a cup of fragrant tea for Shiniang again, filled the incense burner, and went to the dressing room to get a small dark yellow satin vest with fringed flowers, and said as if pleading: "Miss, at least add some  Clothes, it’s okay! Listen to how heavy the rain is, and the weather is so cold!"

    Du Shiniang looked at Ruyi.

    Ruyi smiled all over her face, holding her vest with both hands, and looked at Du Shiniang silently.  Shi Niang tried to hold back her smile, but she couldn't hold it back after all, and burst out laughing.

    Du Shiniang put on her vest and murmured, "I can't do anything about you girl!" As she spoke, she sat down at the table, took a sip from her teacup, then picked up her pen and quietly  contemplating

    Ruyi retreated to her small room sensibly, she knew that when Du Shiniang was composing poems, she didn't want anyone to disturb her.

    [2] "How many times do flowers fade and bloom" Qiong Yao. Ci

    The room was quiet, Du Shiniang was holding a pen, looking at the flower note in front of her, listening to the wind outside the window, it was getting tighter and tighter.

    The rainy night at the end of spring, don't have a special desolation.

    Du Shiniang thought of herself: her parents died early, she was lonely and helpless, her wicked uncle and rascal sold herself into prostitution.  And the mother of the procuress is addicted to money, so why is her future not worrying.  Thinking of her own future, it must be "there are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the eldest is married as a businessman's wife", Du Shiniang can't help feeling a lot.

    Outside the window, the sound of the rain became chaotic, and the sound of drums was also beating frequently along with the torrential rain.

    Du Shiniang's heart became more and more disturbed, she dipped the pen full of ink, and wrote a poem on the paper in one swiping stroke:

    "Flowers wither and bloom a few degrees, the sound of rain drops deeper and deeper,

    The cold lamp can't make a dream, and the dawn is gradually waking up.

    Who knows me about my heart?  Lean and light for years.

    There is no proof for feasting, feasting and greenery, lonely small buildings and lonely shadows!  "

    Du Shiniang had just finished writing when she heard a commotion outside the house, and then, her mother's excited and shrill voice shouted from the outer compartment, "Auntie, Mr. Li is here!"

    Mr. Li!  Du Shiniang's heart skipped a beat, maybe she heard it wrong, but her heart was beating like a drum.  Sitting there, she felt that her hands and feet were limp and she couldn't move.

    However, Ruyi ran out of the small room, and gave Du Shiniang an excited, joyful, mysterious, and knowing smile.  She quickly ran over to lift the bead curtain, and then complained with joy and anger: "Mr. Li, if you don't come again, our young lady will be angry"

    Du Shiniang breathed a sigh of relief: Mr. Li, it's really him!  I can't tell whether I am happy or worried, excited or anxious.  She leaned on the edge of the table, stood up gracefully, and stared blankly at the door of the room—from the bead curtain that Ruyi opened, Li Jia had already stepped in with great strides.

    I saw that Li Jia was wearing a thin velvet coat, which was already drenched by the rain. His shoulders, cuffs and hem were all wet, and even his hairline and turban were stained with water beads.? A little embarrassed.

    Li Jia still kept smiling at Du Shiniang, saying, "I'm afraid you're already asleep"

    Du Shiniang regained her composure, then stepped forward, looked at him silently, wanted to laugh, but couldn't. After a long while, she choked out a sentence: "You're all wet~"

    Li Jia said happily: "It's nothing, I took an umbrella, but the wind and rain are violent, and I really can't stop it."

    Du Shiniang asked with concern: "Where is the person following?"

    Li Jia said: "I only brought Kang'er, a little book boy, your mother has already asked someone to put him in."

    Du Shiniang nodded, looked at him with expectant eyes, and asked in a low voice: "So~?"

    "Unless you drive me away," Li Jia said hastily, "otherwise, I can stay until dawn."

    Du Shiniang lowered her eyes

    Ruyi hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea for Li Jia, and Du Shiniang ordered in a low voice: "Ruyi, you go to the kitchen to boil a pot of wine, and then prepare a few small dishes. Mr. Li was caught in the rain, let him drink some hot wine to drive him away."  Cold air." As she spoke, she reached out and touched Li Jia's skirt, "Take off this burqa!"

    "Okay." Li Jia changed the coat, Ruyi took it immediately, and asked someone to dry it

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    Notes

    [1] Sauvignon Blanc

    Ci brand name, also known as "Wu Shan Qing", "Shan Jian Qing", "Acacia Ling", "Chang Si Xian", "Yue Shan Qing" and so on.  Take Bai Juyi's Ci "Long Lovesickness. Bianshuiliu" as the orthodox body, with thirty-six characters in double tones, four sentences in the front and back sections, three flat rhymes and one stacked rhyme.  In addition, there are four sentences with three flat rhymes and one stacked rhyme in the first part of the thirty-six characters, four sentences with three flat rhymes in the latter part, and four sentences with four flat rhymes in the front and back parts of the thirty-six characters.  Representative works include Nalan Xingde's "Long Lovesickness. Mountain Journey" and so on.

    (1) So, what is Ci Pai?

    Cipai is the name of the format of the word.  The format of ci is different from that of regulated poetry: there are only four formats for regulated poetry, while there are more than a thousand formats for ci (these formats are called Cipu).  Words, also known as long and short sentences.  In order to facilitate memory and use, people gave them some names.  These names are Ci Pai.  Sometimes, because they are several variants of the same format, several formats share one Cipai; sometimes, because each family has a different name, there are several Cipai in the same format.

    (2) "Sauvignon Blanc. Bian Shui Liu" Tang. Bai Juyi

    Bian River flows, Surabaya River flows, and flows to Guazhou Ancient Ferry Head.  Wu Shan was a little worried.

    Thinking long and long, hating long and long, and hating will not stop until you return.  The moonlight people lean on the building.

    (3) "Sauvignon Blanc. Mountain Journey" Qing Dynasty. Nalan Xingde

    A journey through the mountains and a journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, with thousands of tent lights in the middle of the night.

    Once the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dreams of the hometown are broken, and there is no such sound in the hometown.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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