Loneliness is within reach. Bending down to pick up your hair is like picking up a fallen autumn leaf and picking up a period of wind blown down. In this way, the sunset that accompanies you goes straight down with the wind, snuggles up to you tightly, and grows old happily.
When you have time, you will take out a stomach full of Tang poems and Song lyrics, and lead you to the poetry and painting word by word. Let's go back to the beginning, to the youth and elegance, to live in youth for a few days.
Sickness comes as soon as it is said, never say hello in advance, you and I are two grasshoppers tied to a rope, and no one can escape the old age. The soul and the body are not on the same platform, and one of them can be lost at any time.
A cloud that has fallen behind often can't keep up with the nostalgia of flying south. The rain is getting thinner and thinner, and it stops and stops, and I don't know when it will come down to the intersection where we first met. It's a deep night!
There are not many good times left, and those who should accept their fate must accept their fate, and the leaves on the tree will eventually be handed over to the soil. No matter whose prosperity is in the world, it will eventually become a handful of loess.
Just keep the sunset, and sit in the tranquility of the sunset, accompany you to grow old a little bit, a little bit of happiness, joy, and sweetness.