A touch of the setting sun shines at night, the sound of the Xiao outside the swallow building is quiet, the candle is combed to wash sorrow against the building, and the solitary mound outside the building is filled with artemisia grass. The swallow building is empty and lonely, and I don't know how much time has passed. Success, world of mortals old dream, how you return home day, eyebrow to temples frost, two ears do not hear the sound of the building. From then on, I only care about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea, and you may talk about piano, chess, calligraphy, poetry and wine, and suddenly return to your hometown, in exchange for a stable world, quiet years, guessing words, gambling tea, and watching the flowers bloom in front of the court. there are beloved people on the side, counting the years cold and withering the sycamore leaves on the side of the court. the sound of happiness tells me that they are gazing quietly, looking at the moon quietly, and growing old with you slowly!
The swallow building is elegant and pleasant according to the mountain and water. Corridors, platforms, heavy eaves and ridges, beautiful shape. The high corners of the eaves are like the wings of swallows, the clear flow in front of the building, and the smoke-like weeping willows planted along the stream. in spring and summer, pairs of swallows often pass through the willows and fly to the head of the building.
The swallow building is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow in the empty lock building. The swallow in the building failed to become a pair, a solitary lamp accompanied by Xiao frost, the autumn outside the building grew longer, the beauty was intoxicated in the pavilion, the clouds and twilight rain changed, yesterday the yellow flowers could not dye the Iraqi canvas, the moonlight outside the building boarded your window screen, the courtyard lotus pond danced gently, plucked the strings, the string sound came into the night, broke the sweet dream of the yellow sorghum, and thought sweetly in tears.
Neon dress dance music is still there today, beauty late twilight yellow flowers drooping, throat stem hoarse not like that year, suddenly turn the window, solitary lights withered yellow window screen cold, when the swallow goes, neither autumn nor spring.
Tang style Song Ya, love how many people's dream, boundless flood and famine, scholars, dignitaries, such as plenty of sweat, but how many can attract our attention? A woman is affectionate, maybe she is full of poetry and books. To die on a festival is to quit your job. How can it be changed to return the desolation of the empty man in the swallow building?
Guan Panpan, who comes from a scholarly family and is proficient in poetry, has a beautiful singing voice and superb dancing skills. Perhaps it is because of the elegant style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the woman who dances and makes ink seems more enchanting and charming! Light Ana, extremely beautiful, such a beautiful woman, how can we not be admired by men in the world!
The good times cannot last long, and the changes in her family always bring disaster to her. Although this is something that many people do not want to see, it is even more difficult to raise tears in the west building with a thunder, wind and rain. After several twists and turns, suffering from the misery of the world and the lack of relatives in the empty belly, people who have experienced several times of the world are always more motivated and more obsessed with the feelings of life.
Drunk can not win, the wind curl peony posture is as delicate as the beauty of peonies, enough to see that her appearance is beautiful and beautiful, so I hope to meet a person who feels sorry for her, maybe the pious heart will always move heaven, and finally let her meet a lifelong confidant and meet someone who understands her, loves her and cherishes her. Fortunately, Zhang Kui cherished, collected as a concubine, benefit plus treasure, from then on to talk about romance, Liu Xufei by the window and light. Affectionate, often take a stroll in the court, draw words and incense, chant the wind to make the moon, cut candles west windows. How many moonlight nights whisper, how many dawn mornings snuggle up to each other, so that life should only be in the sky. The admiration of a heart, giving life to a person who knows, should be a lucky thing! The bright moon of the swallow floor lamp, the light gauze of the eyebrows and eyes, the frown and smile are all so fascinating, the neon dress dance is only for the king, the literati two or three, dipped in the tea Qinghuan, the time is all so beautiful, the swallow whispers in the swallow building, carries the mud to flutter the wings to fly away, the day is like the sun warm grain sprinkles all over the clothes, shakes off the stall mouth is also so crystal bright.
People who like words do not care for the glory of the world, but there is a backlog at the bottom of the heart lake, and the heaviest dreams are a few volumes of poetry books, always picking up a simple afternoon, holding a volume of ci books, reading the pages, or meeting an affair in the gap of tiredness of words, picking the sweetness of a few flowers, only to make people sour eyes, sad heart, sad tears, what is love?
Ask what is love in the world? Directly teach people the promise of life and death. The dust in the swallow building flies away, throwing away the sound of the strings at the head of the bed, the same morning wind, the same sunset, the same full moon, but without a person who speaks, listens to the piano and tastes tea! There are few lonely shadows, and when the autumn wind rises, I feel even colder, and the willow eyebrows are locked without color. Love is so appealing to the heart and soul, the same are yearning for the most true and beautiful true feelings, can be in the long road of life hand in hand to grow old. However, helplessness always allows people to seize a short period of joy.
The swallow building leaves only the evening light of the setting sun. I recall that in the past, the swallows watched the twilight of the sunset upstairs, strolling along the willow embankment, while the willows were green and the swallows were there, but things were different. Although the spring is voluptuous, it is even more sad for her to touch the scene.
Life is short, the twinkling of an eye is full of thin spring, has always been shallow, why not take pity on the people in front of you, do not let remorse fill your words.
Living alone in the Swallow Building for ten years, I watched the southeast sparrow wander past, leaving only the traces of the years climbing onto my forehead. Perhaps in this long and lonely day, there are only words and a volume of poems to comfort the thoughts that have been in my heart for a long time, even though they are so old. Perhaps the most unbearable is a long night, a bed full of bright moon full of curtain frost, being brushed in bed by cold lights. Ye Zilou Mid-Autumn Festival frost night seems so long, who let Qing have put people? Skinny, thousands of times too lazy to get out of bed to freshen up.
It was cold, the rolled curtain could not resist the cold air-conditioning bead curtain covered with frost, was crippled by the cold lamp, but pillowed against the window alone, wet clear tears! Pull up the window screen, look north, the thick pine and cypress is no longer what it was then, the smoke refused to disperse for a long time, the people in the building quietly miss, the woman ten years ago has already lost that shy face.
Often think of gold at the expense of buying eyebrows, such as four or five flowers. Singing and dancing happily in the swallow building, that wholehearted, straight aftertaste three points, but once the body does not go with each other, leaving only a beloved in the world, how can people not be heartbroken. From guarding the empty building to hate the United States, just like the peony branches in spring, no one will care, the spring platform is still there, only hope can not follow around.
The bright moon is as white as frost, as cool as a spring, and the fresh and quiet night scene is fascinating. In the zigzag canal, the fish jumped out of the water and the dew rolled down on the round lotus leaves. The swallow building is empty, and where is the beauty, locking the painting hall of the swallows in the building. In ancient and modern times, everything is like a dream. A few people can wake up from the dream, but there are only some new complaints and old joys and sorrows. Looking at the carved window lattice above the swallow, facing the golden autumn breeze, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are lazy, the neon clothes sing and dance without heartbeat, and the millennium dream of Dongpo is just a long sigh. But sighed, but regretted, but silent and wishful thinking.
Ten years of loneliness, abide by the rules of women, once accompanied, joy dispersed, leaving only the swallow empty building.
Stop the cloud and write.
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