The floating life does not stop, and they forget each other in the world, just like the clouds on the edge of the sky and the weeping willows on the riverside, and nothing can be taken away. It's like a fluttering fallen leaf, falling gently, not taking away a trace of dust.
It's like a gust of wind gently sweeping, soft and extreme, as if caressing the face of the earth, but without a trace. It is like a flower blooming quietly in the morning light, silently, but like a beautiful symphony, it amazes time.
We met in the mortal world, but it dissipated like a passing cloud, like a dream, and when we woke up, we only had a faint melancholy. Perhaps, we are destined to leave only a brief mark on each other's lives, like a meteor streaked across the night sky, bright and short.
Alas, this sigh seems to have turned a page of old love, and since then the mountains and rivers have been at peace. Your promises are like ethereal smoke that cannot be condensed into firm beliefs. And my wish was like a burst foam, disappearing into thin air in an instant. At this moment, our emotions are torn apart, and each of us is scattered in the wind.
You once said that in the chaotic red dust, after loving happily, it is better to forget in the vastness of the rivers and lakes. However, I have never witnessed the bleak scene of the West Wind Sad Painting Fan, nor have I understood the helplessness of Jinse's broken silk strings, nor have I understood the bitterness of Hua Xie's hatred of the sky.
Like a lonely bird, you have never felt the loneliness of flying alone in the vast sky. I have never experienced that feeling of helplessness and helplessness, and I can only bear the pain and loss in silence.
Nor do you really understand that those who have been with you through thick and thin, and that your loss and forgetting are an inevitable part of life. He hadn't experienced that pain and loss, so he couldn't really understand that emotion.
This love word, like a hidden string, contains the joys and sorrows of countless sentient beings, playing the vicissitudes of the world. It is like a magnificent ocean, sometimes turbulent, sometimes quiet as a mirror, making people intoxicated and wandering.
I couldn't help but read Yi An's words again, the desolation between the lines, like a lonely goose in the cold wind, easily broke my so-called strong defense, and made my heart feel like water, and I was extremely sad.
In the hustle and bustle of the world, emotions are like a deep ocean, both vast and mysterious. It is like an ephemeral fate, ephemeral and elusive. I was intoxicated by the rhythm of Tang poems, silently reciting the rhyme of Song Ci, trying to read the flow of time, and exploring the end of autumn water.
However, in the midst of this inextricable sadness and helplessness, who can truly understand the sadness of indulging in the accumulation of yellow flowers all over the ground after the prosperity has fallen?It's like sipping a cup of bitter coffee alone on a lonely night, feeling the taste of loneliness.
In this chaotic world, emotions are like a lonely boat in the ocean, fluttering, sometimes drowned by the waves, sometimes carried by the waves. And fate is as hurried as a passerby, sometimes we meet, sometimes we miss, and it is elusive.
In this earthly world, emotions and fate are intertwined into a beautiful picture. Emotion is the main color of the painting, it is rich and deep, as wide and mysterious as the ocean. Fate is the embellishment in the painting, which sometimes appears in a certain corner of the picture, and sometimes disappears in the vast sea of people.
In this picture, I indulged in the rhythm of Tang poems and the rhyme of Song poetry, trying to read the flow of time and explore the end of autumn water. However, in the midst of this inextricable sadness and helplessness, who can truly understand the sadness of indulging in the accumulation of yellow flowers all over the ground after the prosperity has fallen?
Tonight, let me leave all my sorrows and pains behind, and let the flying flowers dance at my fingertips, stay slowly, and float slowly. With the song of parting sorrow, according to the glimmer of a few stars, I danced with my soul and talked with my soul at night. However, the lonely wind pierced through the thin clothes, and I felt as if I was in a dream.