Under the curtain of night, I stood in the midst of it, and those emotions that should or should not have come like a tidal wave. My heart became as soft as cotton, like the incomparably tender touch you gave me. At this moment, the sound of a heavenly guqin sounded leisurely in the depths of my mind, it was like a breeze, gently sweeping, layer by layer deep into the deep night.
I can seem to see your fingertips gliding lightly over the time we have walked together, those moments of the past, like strings of shining pearls, dazzling. They are skillfully strung together and woven into our shared fond memories.
Your fingertips, like an elegant dancer, danced on the stage of time, interpreting the story of our mutual affection, emotions and years intertwined. The scenes of the past, like bright stars, shine in my heart, making me intoxicated with this unique romance.
In this complicated world, I have touched the deep desire of your heart, which is like the first ray of sunshine in the morning light, illuminating the way forward for me. Your fingertips, like falling cherry blossoms, turn into strings of moving notes, rippling in my heart, as if whispering the chapter of our immortal love.
Those notes, they stirred in my heart, like ripples on the surface of a lake, evoking my infinite nostalgia for the past. Every note is full of affection, as if telling our shared memory. In this sea of notes, I feel the most sincere emotion in my life, it is like a trickle, warming my heart.
In this beautiful melody, I seem to get a glimpse of our future, which is a field of life waiting for us to cultivate. Hand in hand, we will walk through the cycle of the four seasons together, and witness each other's growth and beauty transformation.
You once said that poetry is a shuttle that weaves the trajectory of life, skillfully passing between warp and weft. I replied that when the moonlit night shone its gentle light like silk, I would like to let a long wisp of thought wander. At this moment, the mandarin ducks are playing under the covered bridge, and I am softly singing about the poetic life.
Do you remember, that day when it was like smoke and rain, you gently picked up those pure water from the heavenly river? You have carefully grinded for me, concocted a pool of ink incense, waiting for us to fill in the lyrics and compose the music. At that moment, it was as if I had been deeply cultivated and my soul had been purified.
I promised you that at the first dawn of the morning, I would turn the chaos of the world into a red glow, which was gently painted between your heart's brows. Under that bright sunshine, let your eyebrows bloom with a unique charm, like a blooming flower, gorgeous and beautiful. I will wait with my heart and record this beautiful moment with pen and ink, so that it will never fade in the long river of time.
Then, I hugged you affectionately and shouted passionately: "I am fortunate to have it, but I have not been killed." "At this heart-wrenching moment, my mind fluctuates like a surging tide. On this quiet night, without the silver moonlight spilling, I can't help but imagine what your inner world is like.
Tonight, the moon is as bright as jade, and the soft moonlight is gently sprinkled like a light veil, giving everything a mysterious and elegant charm. The moonlight is like a beautiful poem, telling endless stories. Life seems to become more melodious, brighter, and more intoxicating under this moonlight.