On a winter night, the delicate mood flutters like green silk, as lonely as the autumn moon, and as affectionate as the spring breeze. These thoughts spread in the night. They are so weak and affectionate, as if they can touch the hearts of others.
When there are many thoughts, it always makes people feel lonely.
Loneliness, it was like a narrow and long rain alley, hidden deep in the corners of my heart. I was like a lilac girl in a white dress and a black dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella printed with plum blossoms alone, wandering along the alley, at the mouth of the lonely alley, wandering.
I can still vividly recall that in the quiet of the deep rain alley, I once met the young man in white who was as pure as snow. His eyes shone like stars, and his smile was like the morning sun, warm and soft, which made me feel the beauty of life. Whenever I think of him, my heart is filled with warmth and longing.
In this rainy alley, I lost my dream, a dream as pure as snow, and its departure made me feel deeply regretful. However, even after losing that dream, I still believe that at the end of this rainy alley, there will be a story waiting for me.
Who is it, lighting up the dim lonely lamp, a hope swaying in the night, counting the tears in his heart alone?Who is leaning against the window, gazing at the back of the old man again with the city of sorrow under his eyebrows?Who is it, facing the autumn wind, catching the last maple leaf of autumn, and looking forward to the return of his lover affectionately?
Who is it, on the paulownia platform, with a pious heart to slowly unfold the heart contained on the paper like petals?Like a discarded string, looking forward to being plucked again by gentle fingers, whispering to your heart. Who is it, in this silent night, who paints the picture of the soul with lonely brushstrokes, and presents every delicate emotion on the paper?
Memory, like a boundless leaf, is faint and hazy, lying in the heart, like a flood beast, sometimes quiet, sometimes turbulent. However, in this sea of flowers, the Yiren have always been the same, sitting on the other side, staring affectionately across the long years of the river.
The quiet moonlight, sprinkled on the lake at night, the eyes of the Yiren passed through the dust of time and space, and fell on the sea of calm hearts. Her eyes were as deep as the stars, twinkling with affection. And memory, like the Milky Way, is as vast as the Milky Way, sprinkled with traces of time, which makes people unable to let go.
Listen, the murmuring of the water, like an elegant melody, rings softly in your ears. Hold your breath and feel with your ears and heart the beautiful notes, which shimmer like dew drops in the sun, shining with pure light.
Thoughts drift and your heart begins to soften. Recalling the bits and pieces of the past, they are like continuous lines of poetry, flowing in the long river of years.
You gently hold up a green leaf with crystal dew on it. These dewdrops are like the tears of nature, witnessing the beauty and sorrow of the earth. You wait quietly, hoping to welcome your lover's return under the protection of green leaves. In this loving waiting, your heart grows stronger.
In the early morning after the rain, walking in the misty jungle, the long hair full of ink like a waterfall was slightly wet, gently blown by the morning breeze, and then became messy again, but it also added a charm.