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The west wind is melancholy and worrying, and the vicissitudes of the world are sorrowful. Half a cup of fragrant tea ginseng, love the pen to write spring and autumn. --Inscription.
The moonlight and autumn wind, Xiao Xiao and the fallen leaves are all over the sky, floating freely, and I don't think of the desolate dance in the sky. The soul returns to the earth, I still remember the verdant, the spring rain is misty, the colorful butterflies and swallows lean on each other, the summer shadow is beautiful, the cicadas are singing and the frogs are calling to hide the lotus canopy, the autumn wind is bleak, the dream is broken and prosperous to the peach, waiting for the winter snow, the reincarnation is also captivating.
The leaves of the spring and autumn in an instant, the idiot is more pay the end of the world", I have always liked this sentence, I always want to surpass the flow of time, the pursuit of good memories frame by frame, but everything is gone, only to hold on to half a sigh, leave half a life helpless in the wind....
Like a beautiful flower, like a flowing year, I don't know when it started, you rewrite the time into a miss, let me wander in the memory, long.
On the Sansheng Stone, by the bridge, you cut the red rope of fate, and let me be alone in reincarnation, salvaging the former oath.
Time flies, in time, there are always some memories that reach people's hearts, In the red dust, there are always some stories, quietly guarding the flowers, and this life is bright and undefeated.
Flowers bloom in the old land, and what is the future life?Who says that the white head and red dust love, do not ask about the next life around the fingers, only wish that one day, the water is murmuring, the fish swim slowly, you accompany me on the lakeside boating, on the sun rises and the moon sets, watching the spring and autumn of the vicissitudes of the sea.
Once upon a time, for an unknown fate, I was Xi wandering in a strange city, listening to the long-cherished wish of parting softly in the wind, and lingering thoughts.
A person leaned quietly in front of the window, a faint cold wind, passing by, feeling melancholy and lonely in his heart.
The season of confusion, through season after season, flowers bloom and fall, leaves green, leaves wither, and the broken dreams have gradually ended in desolation.
Dressed in green clothes, walking in smoke and rain, smiling at the red dust and parting, the fallen leaves transmitting the wind whispering, all the past, like being nailed to the wheel of time, moving forward unslowly, and then becoming hazy.
Those, about your infatuation, after all, are blown by the messy breeze into the wilderness where there is no thought. And those chapters that I wrote have also become secrets that no one cares about in the season of smoke and rain, with the cold ink color.
The autumn leaves in the palm of your hand are still flying, but the story has entered the end, and one day, we will all understand that all fame and money are like quicksand that you can't hold, and the tighter you pull, the more you lose.
The lovesick love, the bitter love, is the same, all of them, regardless of the next life, only this life.
Outside the window, the fallen leaves are spinning, listen, who is sighing, this half window is windy and rainy, when will it be closed?This leaf spring and autumn, how to cross?
The flowers falling in the dream, like smoke and illusion, the past in the wind and dust, and the lingering fragrance in the memory, will always drift farther and farther away with the wind in the time of wandering, until it disappears ...... sight