The clear and soft rays of the moonlight, like a light gauze curtain, quietly descended, enveloping the whole world in a clear light. The moonlight is like a trickle of water, clear and serene, and it gently embraces the earth. The moonlight is soft, creating a warm atmosphere in the quiet night, as if the whole world is soothed by this gentle moonlight.
At this moment, I would like to play a hymn for you like a dragonfly, turning our tender and beautiful moments into an eternal mark. Let this beauty be sprinkled like moonlight in our hearts and nourish our souls.
Perhaps, I can gently pick up the aftermath of Tang poems and feel the graceful beauty that has been passed down for thousands of years. Or perhaps, I can go deep into the tender world of Song Ci and appreciate the unique elegance of the rhyme. On the stage of love, I would like to interpret this charm and elegance to the extreme.
And you, I would like to drink this cup of sweet love wine with you, and impress your flower-like face in the painting of my heart. Like a spring breeze caressing the surface of a lake, your beauty stirs up ripples in my heart, making me intoxicated like an obsessive drunken dream.
"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. ”Perhaps, this is a vivid depiction of the moment when we meet again. Like two old friends who have reunited after a long absence, emotions are surging in my heart, as if I have gone back in time, and the past is vivid.
I can't overcome the fear in my heart, but my lovesickness for you is like a spring water, and I am getting haggard day by day. I can only hide this deep lovesickness in the haze of the night, quietly waiting for your figure to pass through the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, cross the city pass of the Han Dynasty, cross the elegance of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and finally immerse yourself in your poems.
Reading you is like gently opening an ancient book that has been sealed for thousands of years, and the persistent desire buried by the years is quietly awakened, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning light, warm and bright, giving people endless reverie. Tasting you is like tasting a sip of old wine, which makes me intoxicated by the rich aroma and fascinated.
In the long years of the past, I hid a lovesick poem that only belongs to you. It is like a sleeping treasure waiting to be discovered. I poured my heart and soul into a poignant and graceful chapter. Emotions swirl like smoke, quietly waving between every word.
I longed for a moonlit night when you could walk as lightly as the wind to the bridge. I would like to be the babbling water under the bridge, whispering my psalms. The moonlight shines on your gentle smile and reflects the stars in your eyes. I hope that my psalms will be a solud to your soul and accompany you through every lonely night.
The sadness in your words is like a cold wind on a winter night, piercing the depths of my soul. Every word has a trill, like a poignant piece of music playing on my heartstrings. The melody was so mournful that I couldn't suppress the sentimentality in my heart. In the depths of my heart, every time I reminisce, I can feel endless warmth.
I'll never forget that peaceful afternoon, when I was resting on your arms and immersed in sweet dreams. My heart is full of happy feelings, as if in a dream at that moment, through your affectionate kiss, I saw the other side of the Sansheng Stone.