The breeze awakened the wind chimes, and the shallow vibrato passed through the memories of generations. Whose youth sings in the long wind?

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First, the wind is strong, send me to Qingyun.

Fan, Butterfly Dance Shadow, a little red, Ren's brilliance can hardly hide her brilliance. As delicate as running water and as warm as wind, she is such an enviable woman. A thousand fingers are exhausted, and there is nothing wrong with her. Wu Hengqing is pure and fragrant, and it is difficult to decorate her literary talent and romance. The marriage of gold and jade has broken her youth. Baochai, when she wrote that poem, suddenly realized that she was so calm that her heart was not here. "Good winds send me to Qingyun" is the "ambition" of a woman wrapped in feudal system, even for her own family and family. Suddenly feel sorry for her, the so-called "good wind" is just a draft, and the so-called "Qingyun" is just a golden cage, a youth locked by layers of palace walls. Does she really want it? Fortunately for her, she didn't meet the wind she expected. Even if she is ordinary, she can still have her own simple happiness. Otherwise, it's a shrine, and it's just new. Warm as spring breeze, mellow as pearls and jade, gentle and smiling, calm and winning praise, she is such a perfect woman with impeccable virtue and virtue under the eyes of feudalism. However, behind such perfection is the indifference hidden behind kindness. Like her residence, the rock is close to the door, just like her heart. I don't care about giving money for new clothes, not because I'm not superstitious, but because I don't care, because not only others don't care, but also I don't care. It's not that I don't read the West Chamber, nor that I didn't go to the Peony Pavilion. It's just that a golden lock locks my yearning for youth and buckles my expectation for love. So Baoyu must join hands with Daiyu. So she was destined to paint the land as a prison, trapped in this soft prison made of feudal rattan, locked her heart and locked her feelings all her life, and let all infatuation go with the wind.

The wind chimes rang again, blowing away the fog of history. As time flies, people will still remember the absolute beauty of Baochai who was imprisoned by dogma.