The night is bright, but I have no intention of sleeping, just because the bright moon is too lonely, inadvertently let me miss the years with you. When the fallen leaves of the sycamore have become dead;When the snowflakes in the sky quietly fell into the city, I realized that the love for you has been a moth to the fire, and I poured a cup of fragrant tea in desperation, leaning on the windowsill alone, hoping that the lonely heart would pass away with the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but I didn't know that such a month, such a winter wind, accompanied by quiet memories like a dream, a picture of the past spontaneously rose.
I never thought I would meet you, and I never thought I would love you well, but the shackles of fate met and loved, such fate and such emotions, I can only use the heartbeat of that moment to annotate, there were a lot of expectations in my mind, but also encounters, in the street of the plane tree, in the lonely night of commuting, in a bright sunshine after a rain, or in the bustling May Third Night Market inadvertently bumped into the quiet you. But the so-called fate in this red dust is a joke of fate with bad intentions, no matter how I hold it, it will eventually flow away from my fingertips, and slowly become a beautiful picture in my memory, at this moment, in the face of such a month, I still firmly believe that you are the most beautiful encounter in my life. Do you remember, the moon that night is also so bright, I am alone downstairs in exchange for you with a sad face in the morning, you and I look at each other, you tell the feelings in your heart, with tears in your eyes, my heart melts, I hope to hug you into my arms, turn into warm flowers, and warm your heart in the winter of 2023. It is said that falling in love with someone is the fate of looking back on the past life, or the kindness I owe you in the previous life, so that I love you so much in this life, to miss you.
I don't see you every day, and I can only see you in a dream. In the dream, you and I join hands with the Wutong Street in Nanjing, admiring every maple leaf to miss you, in such a leaf, such a scene, I don't say much word by word to tell you full of love, I like you, love what you love, cherish you like jade, love you for the day. It has long been destined that dreams are dreams, and they will naturally wake up, but who can they talk to about the bitterness of lovesickness?Qiu Feng doesn't know the meaning of the bright moon, the bright moon doesn't understand Qiu Feng's feelings, I hated such a month at that time, and now, I only wish this life, knowing that you are happy and healthy and no longer stupidly being bullied by it, this life is enough. In ancient times, it was often said that a look back is a lifetime of care, and it is very sad, at this time, this cup of tea, this night of the moon tells that there is a beautiful concern hidden in the heart from Yi'an Jushi.
A cup of Ming, a night and a moon, a strange road in the red dust, I am still quiet and lonely, I am full of smiles on life, you, I will cherish it in my heart in memory.
If you can't get along with each other, it's better to forget about each other."
Only in this article, mourning lovesickness, I once hoped to join hands with you to write about tomorrow's bits and pieces, but I had no choice but to be ruthless with Qiu Feng's intention, and finally I drowned this thought in my heart, and at the same time wished Meng Xue happiness and health, and each other was well.