On a snowy night in winter, the frightened lonely moon is full of sorrow, and my heart is like a cold plum. Falling flowers chanting, a life of ups and downs and clear words, drunk and beautiful. It was another night like this, with the moon and stars sparse and the lights dim. The orange street lamp, swaying in the evening breeze, clearly imprinted a lonely shadow on the silent school road. I'm used to being so quiet, and I like the silence of the night. Looking at the distant Milky Way in the night sky, the imagination of the heart, from the most tender corner of the heart, slowly poured out and spread into the distance. Ye Yanshan, only my low head is in my heart, interpreting the cold tonight.
Under the glazed lonely lamp, the memory is like the tone, the Sanskrit sound outside the sky, the words of the cold plum are written, the gods are with it, the qi is in harmony with it, the spirit is attached to it, and the soul swims in it, like a dream. Broken dreams, insequential fate, every time I am depressed in my heart, I lose it like a drop of sigh that slips down my cheeks. The last yellow leaf on the tree, crumbling, is it the reluctance of the tree or the last nostalgia for autumn? In the end, it is the swaying that can't be kept, the heart that drifts with the wind, and the powerless burden that is entangled by thoughts nowhere. How many years can a lovesickness be hidden in the heart? If you forget it completely, how many tears will you have to endure that will not be seen by the years?
Half a life, a floating dream, a cold plum song, a sky tune, falling flowers, a change in the stars, looking through the autumn water degree Qingchuan. If the feeling is long, Lu Yingbao is desolate. The ink is dripping, making a piece of lovesickness, waving a Jiangnan dream, drunk with a butterfly love flower, and the spring scenery of Yongqin Garden into the pen inkstone. Young man, the first death of love, falling rain and frost, the sky is full of sorrow and memories, the dream is haggard when the love is strong, the words and ink are not regretful, and it is not right to read you and forget you. Love lingers, love lovesickness is sweet and bitter, intoxicating.
The fate comes and goes, the fate is difficult to complete, the love is affectionate and shallow, the night wind is cold, the cold plum is monologue, the lonely lamp lock is sad, the tears and ink dreams do not fall, how embarrassing is the wave, and the thoughts are full of melancholy. Lonely sighs are sad, people are infatuated, I understand the taste. The traces of thought, the cliff of thought, looking at the autumn water, sad alone, depressed and unhappy men's tears. The dream is lonely and cold, the love is sleepless, and the sea of love is obsessed with reincarnation. The love is still the same, it is difficult to rely on each other, wait for reincarnation, and then rely on each other, and complain about the clear words Lu Soul chasing. The love is deep and long-lived, the wealth and glitz are empty, and the two love each other is difficult to tie in the end, only the clear words are left to moisten the world.
When the thoughts collide gently under the moon and the night, I always want to tie this curtain of gloomy long dreams lightly, don't be swept away by the wind, don't be drowned by the night. At least that acacia seed can also bloom beautiful flowers in dreams. When I'm tired and tired, that wandering heart can have a temporary docking. It's destined, I'm just a wandering passer-by of yours, destined to have no choice but to make it. The years are fleeting, the spring is twilight, and even waiting is the end of the road. In the dream, the feelings are reincarnated, and I am drunk in the world of Hanmei's words, and I also think of a wish to remember Hanmei and taste the rhyme of words.
Love to lovesickness, lovesickness to miss, a trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, a change in the wind, a change in the snow, a change in the moon, empty sorrow under the moon, the past is bowed, the mood of the brocade book is difficult to write, and the mood is gently whispered in the night. Dependence is not necessarily long, romance is not necessarily long, the melancholy of longing for exile, wandering in the night, the fog that is getting heavier and heavier, is it the damp eyes of the night? Quiet night, quiet campus, let the longing spread into the warmth of pain. Moaning, singing.
For countless moments, I could feel inexplicable but utter sadness; For countless minutes, I smiled sadly but smilingly; In countless whispers, I am stubborn but willingly missing you. I think of the warmth and desolation you have brought me, of the fact that you have stopped saying a word of love to me, of that hurried hug, of the youth that was squandered for love. The love you gave is now like powder, scattered all over the place, unable to pick up. Along the way, countless pains and loneliness gradually soaked my thin figure and firmly occupied my heart. The miss of you and me, the encounter between you and me, are just a landscape that is about to leave, no matter how much you pay, no matter how much you can't place, it will eventually be blank.
The flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, and the distant view from the wall, a solution to the lovesickness. The wind and snow night, the wind is also Xiaoxiao, the rain is also Xiaoxiao, and the lights are thin and the lights are all night. When I woke up, I didn't see the old people, and it was difficult to meet again when I was drunk, leaving Luer alone with tears. It turns out that the waiting for 500 years of reincarnation in the previous life is exchanged for a lifetime of guarding in this life, keeping a loneliness, keeping a love, and keeping an infatuation. A bitterness, a lightness, a sadness, a melancholy. Love, dreams, affection, and family members are inevitably dispersed.
If all the wanderings are because of you, how can you not love the face of fashion. If I have tasted all the sorrows of the world for you, how can you not love the haggard heart? If I write all the desperate pen and ink for you, how can you not love the sad me. You have a faint smile, and I know that we have long been separated. After the song ended, I felt how much pain I felt, and from then on there was a bottomless pit in my heart, no matter what way I used, it was still empty. You don't know that you have to tie the bell to unlock the bell, but I know that I can no longer have you.
Meet, know each other, love each other, stay together, and it is difficult to stay for a hundred years. For love, for love, for heart, for dreams, life and death. Because of this, I don't know what to do, and I go deep. My words are trapped by my love, and one word of love will eventually become a knife to kill me. Millennial dreams, the origin of the fate of the extinction, the love of the soul of the word, the ancient and modern details, only the love words are intoxicating and disturbing. Acacia vines, long thoughts, Xie Huayu, falling red dreams, sorrowful rain, tears, meditation, sad words and cold plums according to the window, clear pen and ink are full of affection. In the end, I am an infatuated lover, and the corner of the wounded is still the last loyal belief in my heart, and it is a spiritual dwelling away from reality for love.
Endure the weathering of the passing years, travel alone, alone, embark on the story of dissatisfaction with the dust, walk a road, a person's road, and the scenery along the way in the future, I can only forget while walking. Listen to the wind in your left ear and say that you will never forget the past. The right ear looks at you, in how far into the future. If I leave, it will be indefinite. The end of the world, far away, a moving song; The cape, in response, is that beautiful melody.
The streamer is flying, and along the way, I am infatuated and sincere, even down to the dust. I only hope to bloom a charming flower of love, just to give this love a warm and bright ending. I don't know, will all beauty go from the initial clarity and brilliance to the final vicissitudes of life? I don't know, is all love just a lingering game? When the flowers are gone, the dream wakes up. And at this moment, I suddenly woke up, I saw it really clearly, but I inexplicably wanted to shed tears, for this once beautiful and sincere love, but also for that good time.
When the spring is warm, the flowers have bloomed, this love, to the present, has been like a dream without a trace, I have already understood, you are not the person I want to hold hands for a lifetime, the time of love in the past, is no more, I will remember that good time of true love, and then leave with a smile, waiting for the person who really understands me, waiting for the person who really cherishes me, waiting for the happiness that really belongs to me.
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