The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Since Yingying saw Zhang Sheng, her mind has been affected. Every time she thought of Zhang Sheng, her longing made her feel depressed, and even her interest in eating and drinking tea was greatly reduced. Every evening, she felt the sadness caused by separation, and in the spring twilight, she felt even more troubled.

In the courtyard, Yingying stroked her heart, looking melancholy, not knowing how to face her inner emotions. She knew she liked Zhang Sheng, but she was worried whether her feelings would be misunderstood or rejected.

"What should I do? Zhang Sheng is so gentle and gentle to me, will he be like this to other women?" Yingying asked and answered herself, hesitant in her heart.

Just when Yingying was upset, the bright moon in the sky had quietly risen. She looked up at the bright moon, feeling a surge of love and affection in her heart. She thought of Zhang Sheng and felt that she really felt pity for the bright moon that night.

In the courtyard, a few fallen flowers were scattered and blown by the breeze. Yingying stared at these fallen flowers, feeling that they seemed to be silently resenting the east wind, as if they were telling her own pain of parting.

Yingying stood quietly in the courtyard, her eyes full of confusion and contradiction. Her heart was as clear as the bright moon, yet wavering like a falling flower.

In this spring dusk, Yingying felt the ups and downs of her soul. She didn't know how she should face this emotion, and she wasn't sure about Zhang Sheng's feelings for her. She lamented the endless troubles in her heart, just like the bright moon could not express her feelings, and the falling flowers could not express their feelings.

Yingying knew that she could not express her feelings easily and could only worry secretly. She wanted to express her emotions, but she was afraid of being rejected and missing out on this beauty.

Standing in the courtyard, she prayed silently, hoping that the bright moon could protect her love, and that the falling flowers could express her longing for her. However, she also knew that facing such troubles, she could only face and solve them by herself.

In the spring dusk, Yingying stared at the bright moon quietly, with indescribable feelings in her heart. She understands that only by waiting for the time to mature can she bravely express her feelings.

Yingying sat tired and thin by the window. Her expression looked exhausted and her eyes were extremely solemn. She had already been injured to the point of exhaustion, and now it was the remnants of spring, which seemed to match her mood perfectly.

She was wearing a loose robe, as if she was trying to hide her inner sorrow with comfortable clothes. However, this loose robe could not really relieve the worries in her heart. She lowered her head and said nothing, frowning, her thoughts unpredictable.

The breeze blew by, fluttering the curtains, but Yingying did not roll up the curtains, as if she wanted to close herself in this small space, away from the turmoil and noise of the outside world.

The rain outside the window hit the pear blossoms, making a crisp sound. The sadness in Yingying's heart seems to be reflected in the branches and leaves of the pear blossoms in full bloom. She felt like this pear blossom, soaked by the rain, and she closed the door tightly, not wanting the outside world to see her fragile side.

Yingying silently leaned on the railing by the window, staring at the drifting clouds in the distance. Her thoughts turned over and over again, but she couldn't find a way to express her heart. She knew that she couldn't express her feelings at the moment, and could only quietly feel the depression and helplessness trapped in her heart.

The whole room was filled with a depressing atmosphere, as if the air was stagnant. Yingying's emotions are ups and downs, like the floating clouds, elusive. She hoped to find a way out, but she didn't know what to do.

At this dusk moment, Yingying's inner sadness and contradiction reached its peak. There was a trace of confusion and helplessness in her eyes, as if she was thinking about the impermanence and helplessness of life.

Everything is so complicated and entangled, just like this spring dusk, which makes people feel depressed. Yingying lamented the turmoil in her heart, hoping to find true peace and relief.

The spring breeze blows through the garden, and the red petals are drifting in the wind. There is a little bit of sadness mixed with the sea of ​​flowers in the sky. Yingying stood by the pond, looking at the rising dawn. The fantasy in her dream was awakened by the reality of the morning, and the short spring was about to leave.

Her eyes fell on a pair of dancing butterflies. The breeze blew gently, and the butterfly dust fluttered like snowflakes, lightly sticking to the flying catkins. The swallows on the tree are busy building nests in the soil, exuding a faint fragrance and attracting the dust of fallen flowers.

Yingying stared at the willow tree, and the long spring breeze was tied to the short willow silk. She felt the beauty of spring, but found herself separated by the shadow of flowers, far away from the distance she longed for.

But under this beautiful spring light, Yingying was carrying a heavy sadness in her heart. She looked at the falling flowers and seemed to see the prosperity of the Six Dynasties. The prosperity had passed away, leaving only the memory of golden powder. Sanchu's demeanor also gradually faded, and the spirit and vitality he once had slowly faded.

Yingying sighed softly, she knew that time is ruthless and everything is changing, just like this spring is as short-lived. She couldn't help but think of Zhang Sheng and the good times in the Buddhist temple, but the real distance and real dilemma made her feel helpless and heartbroken.

She wandered in the garden, looking melancholy and unable to calm down. The spring was bright, but she felt the passage of time and the impermanence of life. This sea of ​​flowers is beautiful and short-lived, just like the moments of life, full of ups and downs.

She murmured in a low voice: "Flowers are blooming and falling, the wind is blowing, time is flying, time is rushing, I hope the time can be quiet, I hope the years will not fail, I hope my life will be full of warmth and hope."

The matchmaker walked lightly into Yingying's room. Seeing her depressed expression, she couldn't help but asked with concern: "Little lady, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yingying lowered her head and said nothing, her expression a little annoyed. The matchmaker saw that there was something on her mind, so she pulled up a chair and sat next to Yingying, comforting her in a warm voice: "Sister, if you have any troubles, just tell me. It might make you feel better if you tell her."

Yingying looked up at the matchmaker, her eyes a little confused, but she couldn't bear to let the matchmaker worry about her. She said softly: "Matchmaker, I... I just feel a little uncomfortable."

The matchmaker patted Yingying's hand and said with a concerned smile: "Don't worry, sister, rest assured and rest for a while, I will take good care of you."

As she spoke, she took a soft quilt and gently covered Yingying. Yingying felt the warmth of the quilt and the matchmaker's care, and felt a little moved in her heart. She smiled slightly and nodded: "Thank you, matchmaker."

The matchmaker looked at Yingying's expression and knew that she was tired, so she said gently: "Sister, you have been tired these days, do you want to sleep for a while? I will watch for you."

Yingying thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I'm a little sleepy. You watch here while I take a rest."

The matchmaker smiled and nodded, accompanying Yingying. Yingying lay on the bed and closed her eyes, but how could she fall asleep so quickly?

The matchmaker looked at Yingying's peaceful sleeping face, gently covered her mouth, and couldn't help but sigh secretly. She knew that Yingying must have unspeakable worries in her heart, but she also understood that Yingying was a strong girl and did not want others to worry about her.

The matchmaker stood up and gently closed the curtain, making the room dark and comfortable. She looked at Yingying and said softly: "Sister, you have to take good care of yourself and don't let yourself get too tired."

Then, she sat quietly aside, silently guarding Yingying. Looking at Yingying in her sleep, her heart was filled with care and love for this sister. She understands that her sister has many unspeakable secrets in her heart, but she is willing to silently accompany Yingying and give her strength and support.

Outside the house, the wind gently blew through the window lattice, carrying the fragrance of fallen flowers, blowing the curtains in the room. The matchmaker looked at the scenery outside the window, with her own concerns and sorrows in her heart.

Time passed quietly, and the atmosphere in the room became peaceful and warm. Yingying could not sleep peacefully in the company of the matchmaker.

The matchmaker was thinking that Yingying was so lost that she was thinking about Zhang Sheng. I don’t know what happened to Zhang Sheng’s servant, my Zongdan brother, now. I wonder if the wound is better?

Suddenly, I heard Yingying murmuring softly on the bed.