mulan retelling

Maybe she just liked to share her memories. Old people have a lot of life experiences and stories are a great way to pass them on.

Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty loved beauty and had been looking for beautiful women for many years but failed. The Yang family had a daughter who grew up. She was as beautiful as a fairy, but she was raised in a boudoir and no one knew. Her natural beauty could not be buried, and she was finally chosen to be by the king's side. She looked back and smiled, making the six palaces pale. In the cold spring, the emperor gave her a bath in Huaqing Pool. The hot spring washed her creamy skin. The maid helped her up. She began to receive the emperor's favor. Her hair was like clouds and her face was like flowers. She shook her head with her golden steps and spent the night with the king in the hibiscus tent. The spring night was short, and the king no longer attended the morning court. She served the king day and night, and was the only one favored among the three thousand concubines in the harem. Because of her, her family had obtained wealth and honor, causing all parents in the world to hope to have a daughter. Li Palace towered into the clouds, and immortal music could be heard everywhere. The emperor could not get enough of her slow singing and dancing. However, the Yuyang rebel army's war drums broke all of this, breaking the song of Rainbow Feathers. Dust billowed in the capital as the emperor fled southwest with his troops. The army stopped more than a hundred miles away. The six armies refused to move forward. The emperor had no choice but to let Yang Guifei die in front of the horse. Her jewelry, such as her mother-of-pearl jade hair, was scattered all over the ground. The king covered his face but could not save it. When he looked back, blood and tears flowed. After that, yellow dust filled the sky. The emperor entered the Sword Pavilion through the boardwalk. There were few pedestrians at the foot of Mount Emei. The flags were dim and the sun was dim. The rivers and mountains of Shu were still the same, but the king missed the imperial concubine day and night. The palace saw the moon sad, rainy night heard the bell heartbroken. The situation improved, the king returned to the imperial court, to Mawei slope hesitant, did not see the imperial concubine died. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other with tears in their eyes and wet their clothes. They looked east at the capital and rode back. Returning to the pool garden as before, the hibiscus of the Taiye Pool and the willows of the Weiyang Palace were still there, but when the king saw the hibiscus like the face of the imperial concubine and the willows like the eyebrows of the imperial concubine, he could not help but cry. Spring and Autumn alternate, the West Palace South Garden autumn grass overgrown fallen leaves do not sweep, pear garden disciples have white hair, palace female officials have become old. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and the king could not sleep alone. The night was long, and the stars shone until dawn. The mandarin duck tiles were cold and frosty, and the emerald quilt was cold and unaccompanied. The Imperial Concubine had been dead for many years, but her soul had never entered a dream. There was a Taoist priest in Linqiong who could summon souls with sincerity. The king asked him to find them. The Taoist priest searched the heavens and the earth, but he could not see them in two places. Suddenly, he heard that there was an immortal mountain on the sea, and there were many fairies on the mountain. One of them had the character Taizhen, which looked like an imperial concubine. The Taoist priest knocked on the door of the west chamber of the golden watchtower and asked Xiaoyu to report to Shuangcheng. When the imperial concubine learned that the emperor's emissary had arrived, she woke up in Jiuhua's tent. She pulled her clothes and pushed her pillow to get up, and the pearl foil and silver screen opened one by one. She had just woken up and came down from the hall with a messy crown. The wind blew her immortal sleeves, as if she was dancing. Her jade-like face was filled with tears, like a pear blossom covered in rain. She looked at the king with affection and thanked him, saying that since they parted, her voice and appearance had been faint. The love of the Bright Sun Palace has been cut off, and the years of Penglai Palace have been long. She turned her head and looked down at the world. There was no Chang 'an, only dust and fog. He could only send the old things to express his deep feelings and send the gold hairpin and mother-of-pearl box separately to the king. His heart was as firm as the mother-of-pearl, believing that heaven and earth would eventually meet. Before he left, he sent a message to them. In his words, there was an oath that the two of them knew. Once, on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, in the Temple of Immortals, they had whispered in the middle of the night when no one was around, wishing to be lovebirds in the sky and twigs on the ground. However, although the world was long, there was an end to it, but this hatred was endless. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

" Hometown " used " my " itinerary as a clue and unfolded according to the structure of " returning to my hometown "," in my hometown ", and " leaving my hometown ". "I" braved the cold and returned to my hometown, which was more than two thousand miles away and had been separated for more than twenty years. On the way back, I saw that my hometown was a few desolate villages that lay far and near in the dark yellow world. There was no vitality in them, and "I" felt sad. During his time in his hometown, he met his childhood friends Runtu and Second Aunt Yang. The young Runtu was lively, cute, smart, and witty. He played with " me ", such as catching birds in the snow and watching melons. However, more than twenty years later, Runtu, who was middle-aged, had undergone tremendous changes in appearance. He wore a tattered felt hat, a very thin cotton coat, and his hands were thick, clumsy, and cracked. His thoughts had also become dull, numb, and ignorant. The feudal concept of hierarchy was serious, and he called "me""master." Second sister-in-law Yang had once had a good business and good image, but now she was selfish, vulgar, and mean. She stole openly and secretly, spread rumors, and was snobbish and selfish. In the end,"I" left his hometown. The whole story reflected the dilapidated rural areas and the miserable life of the peasants under the double oppression and exploitation of imperialism and feudalism after the victory of the 1911 Revolution. It revealed the spiritual shackles of the feudal traditional concept on the toiling masses, expressed strong dissatisfaction with reality and the desire to transform the old society and create a new life. <a href="/?from=ask_words" style="color:red" target="_blank">Read more exciting novels for free</a>

I recommend " The Ugly Woman of the Prime Minister's Residence, A Trash Against the Heavens ", an ancient romance novel, to you. The female lead was originally the queen of the assassin world, but she died because of her boyfriend's betrayal. Later, she transmigrated to the daughter of the prime minister's family and became a useless ugly woman. The Emperor had given her and the General's son a marriage, and she had planned everything, but the other party had rejected the marriage before her. The male protagonist was unable to choose the female protagonist due to his identity, but he later became the female protagonist's heartthrob. The endings were also perfect, and the readers liked them very much. I hope you like my recommendation.😗

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