Honolulu Order
Honolulu.
The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.
A life of fame, a life of vain labour, and a last look back, when the time came, it was only a groaning, a fire in stone, and a dream.
(i)
He lost his mother when he was nine.
Pilgrim’s house was in mourning, he was wearing a vegan dress, he kneeled in front of his mother, he was burning paper for his mother, and when he saw Yang Yong-hee come, he smoked his nose, and he laughed worse than he cried: “Hey, girl, my mother is gone…”
“Why don’t you cry?” I’m sorry.
“Pan-woo be quiet, I don’t cry. My mother hates me to cry, and my mother won’t be happy to see me…”
The sound is tremors, and even if the rise and fall of the chest is severely suppressed, the eyes can no longer be automatically red.
As if she had understood something, Yang Yong-hee looked at Pan-Hou, and suddenly reached out with a small hand, covering his warm eyes.
“Brother Honolulu, cry so your mother won’t see.” I’m sorry.
The rain fell on the roof of the house, and it was soothed in the hall, like a quiet song, that it was sad and warmed by heart.
Pan-Yo, who had tried to struggle at the beginning, had his tears sewn through her fingers and cried in Yang Yong-je’s arms for a while before he reacted, strung his head up and pushed Yang-Yong-hee away, staring at her with a pale little face:
“Damn girl, I hate it!”
I wonder how many times this sentence has been said to Yang Yong-hee, the two families of Pan-Yung, who have been playing together since they were little children, and who only Yang Yong-hee calls his nickname “Hin Soon” — but Pan-Yo is so depressed about this premature sister.
He was a poet at the age of six, a child of the gods who had been preached in eight villages, but half of the “gods” were forced out by Yang Yong Ji.
The Yang family has only one daughter, and the Yang father has raised Yang Yon Ji as a boy, and he is wise and intelligent, as well as the same gentleman as Pan-Yo, who can only learn hard and be angry with Yang Yon Jing: “The girl can’t be too smart. I’m sorry.
Yang Yong-hee was not upset and was still running behind Pan-woo’s ass, and Pan-woo was the one who shook her head: “I’m not smart, I just want to play with Hono-kun.” I’m sorry.
Then, for a long time, Pan-Yo liked to sit under the peach tree in the house, which was planted by her mother in the early years and is now a burning sight.
Yang Yong-hee came to see him often, but Pan-woo lost even the pleasure of playing with the little girl, just leaning on the porch and not knowing when he would come out of his grief.
It was a day he wouldn’t dream about.
After noon, the sun shattered, and he shrouded his mother’s hairglasses, his eyes were full of eyes, a breeze passed, and he fell down with peach blossoms, and he blinked and suddenly found something unusual on the mirror.
A few of the twigs came out of the sky, and the sky was shining, and the petals were so beautiful as to pierce the mirror.
And it’s still twilight, and it’s completely different from what’s in the mirror.
Just as Pan-Yo was in a state of shock, he had a smile in his ear, and when he turned back, it was a fire in the eye, and the woman standing in the flower had a bright tooth, and it was as simple as a stone.
“This mirror looks good. I’m rare. Will you give it to me? I’m sorry.
The sun, the breeze, the peach blossoms, the eyes of the sky, the time is still, everything is a dream.
On this day of the year, Pan-woo met the Peach Flower Fairy unexpectedly under a peach tree in the house.
This is a secret that Yang Yong-hee never knew.
The peach blossoms came from somewhere, blinked at him in the mirrors of his trade, groaned at him, and looked just.
“I don’t take your things for nothing. You see, I’ve made three wishes for you, so you can give me these glasses. I’m sorry.
“Will it bring my mother back to life? I’m sorry.
Naughty questions naturally don’t get the answers that they want. Peachflowers turn their heads and laugh and say that wishes cannot be too greedy, and that she will come out and do something else for her as soon as she calls her in a mirror where there are peach blossoms.
It’s amazing how the promise of the peach blossoms disappears, and there’s only a silver bell laughter under the tree, and there’s a wind, and there’s a wind, and if it wasn’t for the glare of the mirrors, Pan-Yo thought he had had a wonderful dream.
But since then, the pain of the mother’s loss has gradually come to an end, and Pan-Yo, who Yang Yong-hee saw, finally recovered from his old smile, has often had a small, delicate combo lens on his hands.
It is a well-known fact that Pan-Yo was a beautiful boy since he was a little boy, and had a good look at him before he was 10 years old. But Yang Yong-hee was so worried about him, trying to take over the mirror, and preaching: “How long can Israel take?” I’m sorry.
Pan-Yo didn’t want to put a finger on Yang Yong-hee’s forehead: “What do you know? I’m sorry.
(ii)
Peach Flower Fairy no longer appeared, Pan-Yo shrouded a mirror under a peach tree and had nothing to want until three years later, he had his first robbery in his life.
He and Yang Yong-hee were abducted in the western suburbs.
At that time they were chosen as children of the temple and were wearing the costumes of a golden girl, sitting in a carriage to attend the ceremony at the Puin Temple, but did not expect the carriage to be stopped by a bandit in the middle.
“How can there be two? I’m sorry.
It sounds like a ready ambush, but it’s against whom Pan-Yo’s heart beats like a thunderbolt, holding her hand tight.
In a chaos, the drivers fled and the bandits were unable to distinguish, so they blindfolded Pan-woo and Yang Yong Ji and tied them to the mountain.
In the cave, the bandit head emerged from each other, and he asked, “You two, who is Master Pan?” I’m sorry.
Coincidentally, Pan-woo was named as Jade Maid because he was a beautiful child, while Yang Yong-hee was a golden child, both of whom were at the age of the child and wore a costume that did not identify the female.
At this moment, the kidnappers ask what Pan-Yo and Yang Yong-hee have learned and do not wait for Pan-Yo to open his mouth.
“My father is Spang, who dares touch me? I’m sorry.
“It was you who touched me! I’m sorry.
It was a scene that Pan-Yo would never forget. Pan-Yo left him behind, and he was shut up, struggling, watching the bandit hold Yang Yong-hee, and pouring a bowl of black stuff into her mouth.
The ink of the ink flowed down the white neck, and Yang Yung-kyu was choked, but still cried in his mouth: “Please spare me, my father is Pan-chul, and he will give you a lot of money…”
Pan-Yo’s heart is cut and his mouth is blocked. In front of him, he cried out in his heart, but the mirrors were not on him and there were no peach blossoms, and he could not save Yang Yon Ji, but watched as she had been poured with a dud.
Yes, dumb medicine, the insane mountain bands are not only being made to drink Pan-woo, but also to cut his face with a knife.
“It’s a shame to hear that the Pans are born like a doll.”
The bandits who were guarding them, with their knives, had a feeling that their conscience would not be lost or that they would not be able to do so at any time, threw the knife, went out to drink and eat meat with others and decided to come back and clean up Pan-woo.
This is the dagger that left behind Pan-woo and Yang Yong-hee.
As Yang Yung Ji went down the mountain, it was dark and Pan-Yo was sweaty.
They cut the ropes, escaped while the kidnappers were drunk, and the stars and moons were blindfolded, and Pan-Yo was only lucky and “marked” his own route.
They were blindfolded when they went up the mountain, but he looked with his heart, tearing down the bouquets of the costumes, spilling all the way down, and the bouquets were mixed with phosphorus, and now glowing in the nightlight, and it worked.
As he went down the mountain with the mark, Pan-Yon-jeon was not afraid to delay for a moment, the night passed over his head, he fell behind Yang-Yon-hee, and he choked on his throat:
“You’re smart. Why pretend to be me? It’s fun to be dumb. I’m sorry.
Yang Yong Ji lies on his back, and his voice is paleer than his face, and he can’t say a single word, but can only say it intermittently:
“Be a fool… a girl’s house… can’t be too smart… so smart and annoying…”
He knows that Yang Yong-hee is joking with him and has the heart to comfort him, but he can’t laugh, he can’t feel his heart swollen, he sucks his nose, he dazzles his eyes. I’m sorry.
When the night became colder and the wind became hotter and under the stars, Yang Yong-je cried out on Pan-woo’s back, saying, “Hun-woo brother.” I’m sorry.
And after Pan-woo had answered, she did not say anything, except that she continued to shout with his dumb voice, and then he responded, and in the sound of his voice, he became clear and cried.
A fear that it will never come out again, a fear that it will never be heard again, and the unnamed grief that has sprung up so close to the moonlight.
I don’t know how many times she fell, how many times she cried all the way, until she finally lost her voice, pressed Pan-woo’s collar, threw a tear on his back, and Pan-woo collapsed and cried:
“As you are, Honolulu’s brother is always there. Don’t be afraid. Don’t be dumb.
The bruised arm was a little red and the tears were mixed with blood, and it became an indelible memory of that night.
(iii)
Like a long dream, when Yang Yong-hee woke up, the kidnappers were caught, the old caves on the hill were taken over by the authorities, and no one else was behind the statements, the queen of Pan-woo.
The scorpion’s heart’s string woman, who hates the name and beauty of this stepchild, fears harming his children’s interests in the future, takes risks, but does not realize what has become of him, and instead puts himself in prison.
After having been disturbed and calmed, the biggest victim was Yang Yung Ji, who, after a few days of treatment, regrettably declared that she could no longer be cured.
On that day, Pan-woo kneeled before Yang’s father, scribbling his lips to the ground, and he and Yang Yong-hee were related.
Yang Yon Jing was so anxious to see her Pan-woo’s pillow, that he was like, “I don’t want to marry you, go to my father and cancel the contract…”
Of course, the marriage contract was not cancelled, and Pan-Yo was by Yang Yong-hee’s bed and asked her a question: “Do you believe in miracles, silly girl?” I’m sorry.
The next moment, when Yang Yong-Moon turned away from him, and the skin was ripped apart, the familiar breath came to his face.
“The miracle is when the peach blossoms bloom, can you call me Brother Honolulu again?” I’m sorry.
But a very light sentence was made to hold on to her, and her eyelashes shivered, except for the bright eyes above her head, and her heart beats like thunder.
Pan-Yo did not lie to Yang Yong-hee, and the fact that the mute had spoken again once became a strange thing in the streets. The Yang family was only an ancestor, with tears, and no one knew that a young man had used his first wish for it.
The peach flower fairy asks Pan-woo, is it worth it?
And Pan-Yo’s hand caressed the mirror, and was dazzled in the joy of Yang Yong-hee’s long and unprovoked cry, and he raised his head, his lips slightly raised, and laughed better than peach blossoms in the warm sun.
Nothing worth more than that.
How can you lose what you realize when you’re dead?
And yet again, a few years ago, if Pan-Yo’s name is known, then his beauty is to pour upon the city and even cause trouble.
It’s funny that he always likes to take a ride outside Luoyang City, and a lot of good-age girls see him, and they move and throw fruit at him, so that every time he returns, he will say, “The fruit-thrower.” And a writer named Zhang Menyang was ugly and took the look of Pan-Yo on a field trip, but every time she went out, she spitted on his car, threw stones and came home full of stones, but all of them were rocks.
Yang Yong-hee listened with sympathy to the student, and Pan-Yeun stood up and took a look in the mirror and watched Yang-Yong-hee shake her head and shout: “The embroidery pillow! I’m sorry.
They didn’t even think that Zhang Mengyang would do an incredible thing secretly because of his hatred.
At that time, a general accompanied his family through Luoyang City, and his daughter was a 200-pound fat county governor, who was the most popular man and the hottest man who searched the “back palace” and took advantage of the opportunity to hand over Pan-woo’s portrait with no good will.
This is an unsavory power, and the Pan family is so upset and so angry and desperate, and pointed at Pan-Yo, saying, “Who are you acting so strangely when you go out and hide your veil?” I feel sorry for the Yang’s daughter, and I fear she will be disappointed. I’m sorry.
Divorced? Are you kidding me? Pan-Yo is not sleeping.
The moon is high outside the window and the flowers are flying.
(iv)
News of the fall of Panchiro, the Jade, spread throughout Luoyang City overnight.
I hear it’s the cold of the night, and somehow it’s a pox, and even its face is so thick and sore.
As soon as the news came to light, the fatshire himself brought a doctor for treatment. She only fled the marriage when Pan-Heun fled. Who knew that the doctor had looked upon it and made a lamentation, and that Pan-Heo was already ill and was afraid that she would soon die.
The Governor of Fatty would still believe in suspicion and open the screen and scream in front of Pan-woo in his bed. He would turn his back and flee. He would run out of Pan’s house and almost spit on the door.
“It’s so ugly and ugly. It’s so disgusting to look like a nightmare…”
What’s Pan-woo like? Not only did he scare away the Fat County Master, but even the young women who fed him didn’t want to come any closer, but they had to sit by the bed and cry at the house to stop him from coming.
“How can this be? How can it be so good?
Pan-Yo blinked with the eyes of an innocent man after coughing a few times: “Am I not ugly? I’m sorry.
Yang Yong-hee cried even more and strangled Pan-woo’s hand: “What nonsense is wrong with you?” I don’t think it’s too ugly for a boy’s house to look too good. I’m sorry.
And when he took the hour, he choked him, and Pan-woo laughed, but he only felt sore in his eyes, and could not help but reach out and caress the long hair of Yang Yong-hee, enviously groaning: “What a fool as always.” I’m sorry.
It turns out that Yang Yong-hee is not only stupid, but that everyone in the city thinks she’s crazy.
The Yang father advised her to leave her marriage, and the Pan father also advised her to leave, and everyone up and down urged her to find a match.
The Yang father had to beat her with a firecracker at home, and she was forced to climb directly to the penthouse and jump to the flower pond below.
“The love of being with each other as a child can be broken, even as a survivor, I, Yang Yong-hee, will never marry Pan-woo.” I’m sorry.
The sound of this has spread all over the city of Luoyang, and everyone is boasting, while Pan-Ye, who is in the sick bed, weeps with water.
During the preparations for the wedding, it began to be common to see Yang Yong-hee driving with Pan-Yo to the outskirts of the city. The spirit of Pan-Yo has always been good, except that the image of the old “go-go-go-go-go” no longer exists, and the girls who used to say “Pang-ro-Pang” hide far away, lest they look down on them.
But neither Pan-Yo nor Yang Yon-kyu had anything to do with it, and he had nothing to laugh at, and had no regard for others.
It’s just that when it’s on the outskirts of the stables and it’s dark, Pan-woo will ask Yang Yung-hee solemnly. And every time, Yang Yon Ji will hold his waist tight and close to his back, and won’t say a word, but ask one little question:
Brother Honolulu, have you ever seen Rainbow Sun? I’m sorry.
So beautiful the rainbow, passing by in the sun, is so big and short that even when she understood what she was, it was so shocking that he could not speak of it, and he knew many things about life.
And Pan-Yu did not understand, nor did Yang Yong-hee explain, but held his hand, with one finger around him, and laughed at him in the wind, as if she would never let go.
It was a city-wide wedding, and when Pan-woo took Yang Yong-hee’s hand, who was in love with him, he lamented the scene, and Yang-Yong-hee, who was under the cover, was unaware of it, and Pan-woo only scared people and felt bitter.
It was not until Pan-Yo opened her cover in the new house, and she turned her eyes, but the whole man shook, that she understood why.
And when the candles are lit, they smirk their mouths, their ink and their ink, and they are beautiful, and they look like men.
“The fairies dreamt of me last night, saying that they were touched by your true love, and that they treated me well, and taught me how to get old. I’m sorry.
How can she believe, and wonder and wonder that she wants to ask again? But Pan-woo was caught in the curtains, the candles were out, the thin lips were blown in her ears, and she stung her neck.
“From this day on, you are my wife. I’m sorry.
And when the smoke is warm, the wind and the windows, and the peaches fly, and the night is filled with a smile from a woman, and a false disease is true, and a lover’s family finally falls into the curtain, and she will be able to go back.
This year, Pan-woo and Yang Yong-hee were formally married. From childhood to childhood, to childhood, to marriage, to marriage, and to a great place of honour, Pan-Yeun, who has taken only one wife in his life, and the beauty of the Jade Tree, the good news of Pan-Yang is coming to be a good word, and I wonder how many people have been envious.
(v)
Yang Yong-hee followed Pan-Yo to Heyang county to take up his duties in the cold winter, in the cold, in the snow, in the white, in the grass and in the slump.
Pan-Yo looked away and his eyebrow was locked, and Yang Yong-hee was born from the cart, wearing a mink and gentle eyebrow.
“Hunner, it’s far away, quiet, it’s a nice place to be together. I’m sorry.
Pan-Yo held her hand and took a deep breath: “You know, what I want is more than just a Hayang county order. I’m sorry.
When the cold wind came and passed Yang Yong-hee’s long hair, she blinked and saw Pan-woo shrouding his head over his head, looking at the mountains long and faintly disoriented.
After marriage, Yang Yong-hee had a disagreement with Pan-woo on one matter.
In fact, she did not like her Honolulu brother as a judge, and Pilgrim was divided and complex, and neither side of the wrong side was fun.
But the young Pan-Yo has a face and a more obscurantist heart and wants to go to the court.
Yang Yong-hee felt that he was too stubborn and too motivated, and that each of them was dissatisfied with the subject.
Nor does it blame Pan-woon for not meeting himself; his beauty has not brought him a smooth journey on the path, and he is hated by the little man, and falsely described as a “white face” with a skin only.
And when he was among those who had offended one of the seven masters of Takelin at the time, during the battle of the court faction, the mountain-tao said to the Emperor, “Pan-e-Wan’s beauty is not so beautiful, it is only cosmetics, and can be seen in a small amount.” I’m sorry.
The Emperor then listened to the plot of the mountain, and declared him to be in winter clothes during the summer of the sun’s inflammation, when he and Yang Yong-hee felt that something was wrong and thought that something was wrong.
But the Emperor did not call him for a long time when he came to face him in the heat of the sun when he had hastened to replace his winter. It was hard to see the Emperor when he was sweating and his clothes were wet.
Who knows that the Emperor has been staring at him for half an hour and laughing at him because his face has been washed with sweat, but instead of showing traces of chalk, he has become more and more obscurous and pink. The Emperor was very excited to say to those around him that the beauty of Pan-Yo is truly unprecedented and true.
It was only then that he learned the truth, that he could not say what it was like to be in his heart and then went home and locked himself in the door.
This is not the case twice, and there are so many complex areas in the public arena that one can’t go wrong.
In the snow and snow, Yang Yung Ji is concerned, thinking of all the things that have been going on with Pan-Yo all these years, he is only exhausted.
She’s actually just trying to have a nice, quiet life with him. Her Honolulu brother has been intoxicated and increasingly well paid, with fewer and fewer days spent with her, even before his first child could be born.
And the young man who was like the moon, who was in his memory, was made blind in the sea, and he became far away.
When the wind and snow were whistling, Yang Yong-hee turned around and reached out in Pan-woo’s eyes, with his wrinkled eye open.
She groaned, long and hidden in her eyes is still a problem of old times, but not of old times.
Honolulu, have you ever seen Rainbow Sun?
(vi)
In the first year of Hayang County, Pan-Yeung not only performed remarkablely, but also planted peach blossoms throughout the county.
In March, in the spring wind, the city was so beautiful, Pan-Yo was famous, and so were the “Haiyang 1 County Flowers” and the “Peachflower Order”.
But he’s always drunk under a peach tree, with a mirror, and he’s asking over and over, why don’t you come out? Don’t you have great powers? Come and see me!
Many years ago, he began his career, and he was so eager to make a third wish by the end of the month.
He will go up high, he will go up to the top of power, and he will ask the peach blossoms to help him.
But the peach flower fairy turned him down, and the red one was still as beautiful as it was, sitting on a branch, swaying with his skirts, saying to him what he had said when he was a young child. The wish must not be too greedy.
He’s got a wife and a daughter, so why go to the court again?
It’s like a mad demon, and the more he says it, the more he wants to be famous, the more he doesn’t even want to see him again.
But how is he willing to stop now? How can he just stay in Hayang district?
When the wind blows the peach blossoms, when again drunk under the tree, Pan-woom smashes the bottle with his hand, and looks red on his cheeks and looks at the branches above his head, making a decision in his heart.
She happened to see the light coming out of her eyes, and no one knew him better than her, and she had a bad feeling about it.
But soon there was a great event in the house.
The line under the peach tree has captured a leprechaun!
In the radiant radiant radiant radiant radiant women are trapped in the radiant.
Pan-wook, who stood by the Master in the circle, laughed in the mirror, “I was right. Where are you from, you are nothing but a peach trapped in the mirror!” I’m sorry.
He searched all over the ancient world to find his way to the magicians and to try to force her out, to tear his face to pieces and to do whatever he could to achieve his purpose.
The choice was made clear, and she had only two paths. If she did not want to help him, he would burn her to death.
This terrible threat has frightened not only the “Peachflower Fairy” but also Yang Yong-hee, who arrived.
She looked so hard at Pan-Yo, her body shivering, as if she were looking at a stranger, and the “Peachflower Fairy” in the law was indignant.
In exchange for the mirrors, the phantoms are pure and traded with humans. Only if the person with the mirrors is willing to give them to her will she escape, but she does not think that she will be indignant, while the child, who is pure and innocent in the sun, will be blindfolded and made so strange and terrible that she will suffer from it.
“I’ll give you three days to think about it, and if I can’t figure it out in three days, I won’t miss it! I’m sorry.
In the past few years, the government has been trying to break the sky, and has blown up the birds, and the “Peachflower Fairy” in the law has met the eyes of Yang Yong-hee outside the law, while a face has been revealed.
Pan-Yu did not wait for the third day, because the following morning, in the morning, the phantom that was trapped in the square disappeared, followed by his decades of trade-week mirrors.
It was the night before that Yang Yung Ji dragged him to drink, drunked him, stole the mirrors and let go of the peaches.
For all this, Yang Yon Ji confessed, she pulled Pan-woo’s shirt, and she sheds tears, and she urged him not to remain awake. The “Peachflower Fairy” was right. He was too greedy and too successful, and how could they be avenged?
Once Pan-Yo was unable to hear these words, now he has lost his sense of reason and is shaking in his face, and Yang Yon-hee immediately lost half her face.
This was the first time that he had dealt with her, and the face of the show fell on the ground for a long time, as if the air were condensed.
It took a long time for Pan-woo, who was shaking, to come back, regretfully, hatefully, looking at Yang Yong-hee, and his voice, “Do you understand what I want?” I’m sorry.
Yeung Yung Jing was shaking and raised her head, and her tears were mixed, and her eyes turned to each other. Instead of answering Pan-woo, she opened her mouth word by word and asked a word which he had asked many times over the years.
Honolulu, have you ever seen a rainbow? I’m sorry.
(vii)
Yang Yong-hee’s body is getting worse, and since her release, Pan-woo has been out more frequently, returning to her home and visiting her and her children, with only one eye on the dynasty, on which side the bet should be put.
Since the old party dispute, Yang Yong Ji has been cruel, he has not been able to persuade, he has been in a state of frustration, or has been in a state of discomfort, and she has suddenly become more ill and she has been coughing up her blood at night, when Pan-Yo is still on the outside, and when the horse returns, Yang Yong-hee has been left behind.
The snowflakes on Pan’s eyelashes had not melted before he ran to his bed, shaking and holding Yang Yong-hee’s hand, and he couldn’t believe it, but he had to.
“Please don’t go. I’m back. Brother Honolulu is back with you…”
And the burning tears fell upon that pale face, and Yang Jing laughed weakly, and Pan-woo cried tore his heart apart.
He thought that there was still a long day, that there was a lot of time with her, that it was only natural that she should be with him, that she should not have thought that one day she would suddenly leave him, and that he would be caught by surprise, and that she would be in deep pain.
And the snow flew, as she had done when she had come to Heyang, and she put on sables, and said to him, “Hunnu, it is far away, quiet, a good place for a family to be together. I’m sorry.
In the wind, Pan-Yo ran into the snow and ran under the peach tree, redred his eyes and shouted madly:
“Come out, come out and save her! I have a third wish. Please help her! I’m sorry.
In the dark, Pan-Yo will not know that she made a third wish for Yang Yong-hee when she let go of the Peachflower.
There is no light in the night when snow flies, no peach blossoms, no response, and Pan-woo, who wept, kneels in the snow, pours into it in despair.
Honolulu, have you ever seen a rainbow? I’m sorry.
She asked him this question before her death, when his tears were shaking his head like rain, and his eyes were fading towards nothing, as if she had seen something, and a last smile appeared.
“No! No! “The sound of a dazzling tearing through the sky and resonating in the night.”
The old bells are groaning, the lights are quenching the tea, and the window is flashing through, and the wind is coming down to the women’s sighs.
This year, Pan-Yeun, 32 years old, lost his beloved wife, Yang, in the snow of Heyang County.
Without the mother’s care and the punishment of heaven, their young daughter, Pankin, died, and their son died.
And none of the sons of Pan-woo left him, but he was left without a wife.
He did not continue nor did he have a concubine, but in his endless thoughts, he wrote three hymns that were sent down for thousands of years.
If history had stopped here, it would have been kind, unfortunately, decades later, when the palace had fought over the sword, Pan-Yo had been caught in the chaos of the Eight Kings and had been framed, and even the Reepan clan had been quelled.
But even Pan-Yu himself did not realize that, the night before the execution, he had flashed from the death row, and when he saw the flowers, he saw the people of his people.
There was a fragrance of radiant peach blossoms in the air, and the woman had bright teeth, fluorescent around her, and laughed like she had.
“Brother, you’re all right. I’m sorry.
(viii)
“He spent his whole life in vain and in vain, and I couldn’t persuade him. All I could do was wish him a good end.” It was difficult to see him in the court, and if he were to fall into despair later, he would be saved from the fate of his head. I’m sorry.
The wind on the cliffs, when the red peach flower fairy came out of his glass, lamented that she had been released from her, and came in for Pan-woo’s third wish.
He was also wearing a prison uniform and was now two white Pan-Yo, kneeling on his knees and crying.
It’s a big dream, a few autumns.
The voice of Honolulu’s brother seemed to be still ringing in his ears, and suddenly he remembered years ago when he asked her if he knew what he wanted.
It is only then that he finds himself who does not understand, when he returns to the earth. The little girl who stood in the old days and smiled on the porch and called him “Hunu’s brother” had a better view than anyone, so she gave him such a way.
It’s too late to understand. It’s too late.
And the mountains are far away, and there is a mighty wind, and there is no child in the heavens and the earth, and there is no wife, and there is no house, and there is no door, and there is no time but to sigh, and there is fire, and there is a dream.
Honolulu, have you ever seen Rainbow Sun?
She asked him, once and for all, how many times she drove from the sun to the night of the snow, only because of the time when he could not remember, when they had picked flowers in the mountains and rained a heavy rain, and when they were sheltering in the caves, there was a clear rain from the outside and a bright rainbow appeared in the sky.
He fell asleep by her side, but she was deeply attracted to the rainbow and was in shock.
So big and short-lived beauty that makes people look away and think that there are too many good things in life, and that the wind is rising and the sky is burning.
“Don’t you see what she means now? I’m sorry.
In the wind, Peach Flower Fairy groaned and Pan-Yo, kneeling at the edge of the cliff, heard tears.
Red sleeves flash, fluorescent, and a long rainbow crosses the cliffs, passing through the sky, and it is shocking.
“The sun of the rainbow, the sun of the rainbow…”
And the tears murmured, and came late for most of his days. And he realized, through the sun, that he had seen,
And when he thought his life would soon be destroyed, she drove a horse on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by his waist, and asked him in the evening,
When he first arrived in Hayang county, he was heartbroken and frowned, and she put a mink on him and asked him again in the cold;
He let go of the Peach Flower Fairy and waved her hand, fell to the ground and cried and asked him,
Until, when he had taken hold of her hand, she smiled white, and her eyes were filled with love and love, and she was still asking him,
I don’t know.
For decades, which one was not reminding him?
He’s here, and she’s got so many beautiful “Rain Days” in her life. Why do you have to be so concerned about this?
In order to pursue the distant sky and the moon, and freeing the world of those who have taken their lives, his silly girl is not stupid, and he has always been wise.
To this day, he can remember the happiest time of his life when he was a child, when he played with her, turned over the ink, was trained by his husband, and stood together in the shadow of the afternoon, and he was ashamed of himself, but she pulled his sleeve, raised her face, and dazzled her eyes:
“It’s nice to have the sun on your feet. I’m sorry.
Record number: YX01NPmadWjZ3DVA7
Published in 2020-04-30 17:44 Ban on reproduction
5 Yero.
The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.
Late Night Emotion Institute, etc.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
