Text: Fei Fei.
The spring rain has made the sky thinner and thinner.
The loneliness of yesterday's drying is much more humid.
I can't hear the birds, I can't see the color of the wind.
A person's grief begins to fall from the clouds.
A part of the body hurts a lot.
All the water cannot quench the thirst at this time.
Outside the window, the lights were shining.
The roof has long been extinguished, and a round of silver-white outlines has been extinguished.
I clung to this shallow poem.
Taste the bitterness of the night alone on a cold night.
Love will perish, and people will disperse.
Rolling in the red dust, after all, I can't escape the clutch, joys and sorrows.
This love is always short.
How can you not know that lovesickness is tired, and it is difficult to break up.
However, even if you make a mountain alliance and swear by it.
Still can't escape the prophecy of fate.
Suspicion, annoyance, dislike, boredom.
Some words, even a single word, are dazzling.
Every sentence evokes the darkness of the past.
The arrows that once shot at me.
It's still in my heart.
Take advantage of the boundless darkness of the night.
Please cover up the unbearable until it rots.
Let go of a relationship.
Throw away the obsession in the nine days.
You don't have to wait for a significant other who is far away.
I hid a lot of what was on my mind.
For countless nights, I expressed it to you by the moonlight.
The autumn leaves are silent, and the old trees are faint.
Time rushes and turns into a horse that is difficult to chase.
I hid a lot of what was on my mind.
For fear of forgetting, write them down one by one.
The passing water flowing eastward is ruthless, and the halberd sinks into the sand.
Thoughts are like a drizzle, and a madness goes to the end of the world.
I hid a lot of what was on my mind.
The words came to his lips and he swallowed with tears.
Since parting, traveling thousands of miles, the water and the moon are mirrored
Sigh in this life, floating like a dream, unable to extricate yourself.
Wind and snow in the north of the country.
Half of the country has already been laid.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is still lingering.
Wind style Xiao Xiaoran.
Only the autumn leaves are my companions.
Thousands of love poems for whom?
I hid my love in the green mountains thousands of miles away.
The mention of you fills my eyes.
You have always been the most gentle Jiangnan in my pen.
Flowers of the whole world.
It's all in the crook of your eyebrows.
Your smile is the spring I have been looking for for half of my life.
Since then. Horse Muyun.
Where the wind blows. I thought it was you.
I don't like loneliness, what I like is the barrenness of the night, I like the half of the red candle burning in front of the window, listen to the wind, pour wine, I like to get drunk, write my sorrow into a book, step on the lonely firelight, read and read.
It's not that I like to be lonely, but my soul loves to dance in a no-man's place, like the caress of the moonlight in the night, waiting for a glimmer of light, breaking through the distant mountains, so as to pretend to be ignorant, stranded and pour out my thoughts, if there is no such coincidence, I will not write a book.
I enjoy solitude, I like to find a place in the bustle, hide my thoughts in the dark grid, do not talk to everyone, and whenever the night comes, my thoughts begin.