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深深的庭院、沉寂的花木、明眸的宫女、慵懒的梳妆……这一幕幕在昭君心里缓缓飘过。进宫有些日子了,却迟迟不见皇帝的踪影。金钗玉饰,散落一地, 铜镜前再也不是明丽的笑靥了, 两弯娥眉,凝满愁绪。迷茫的灯光下,一只单薄的幼蛾一头栽在作响的灯焰上,发出“劈里啪啦”的爆鸣声。昭君
The deep courtyard, the quiet gardens, the maid of Ming dynasty, and the lazy dressing... The scene slowly drifted through Zhaojun. Some time has passed into the palace, but he has not seen the emperor. Jin Haoyu decorated, scattered in one place, the bronze mirror is no longer a bright smile, two bends frowning, full of melancholy. Under the perilous light, a thin, thin moth spreads its head over the sizzling flames and emits a crackling sound. Zhao Jun