[1]
The flower blossoms and falls forever.
The fragrance is shallow, the fragrance is cold, and there is more than half.
How do you know that you were born in love?
The past does not share the same color.
Dream and awakening are only between a thought; life and parting are just different training in life. Flower fragrance is pleasant in love, warm with the story of the past; strangers on the loess, elegant with the beautiful shadow Yiyi, affectionate with the lotus step flower skirt. Dream or wake up, is still the same scenery, traces of hand in hand, any years of training also do not go.
A pavilion long Pavilion, thinking about with whom the warm flowering season, floating shellfish leaves, falling in the season with the wind. Under the night of the long Pavilion, who hugged the shadow of candlelight and looked so affectionately.
The floating clouds pull away the setting wind and leave the mind; the misty rain locks the empty buildings and rests on top of each other. Drizzle fluffy, hanging grass Yiyi, Qiongzhi flowers blooming two, gently outlining the cool thin Lesser Cold. Casual dress for a walk, broken in a bit of bleak evening wind, listening to falling flowers in the rain, light and soft, falling into the water leisurely, misty rain, the evening wind is difficult to stay.
What incense, immersed in the sleeve of the wrist; who, lock the dream in the heavy building of the misty rain. The fallen leaves of the season, falling again and again, the habit of time, sleepless. Quietly under the tears, across the corner of the mouth, only to know how thick the taste of tears is from the heart.
Devotion to the cultivation of the forest garden, finally live up to my chic loneliness, with me like a shadow gracefully with the midnight temperature, ripples for whom the sadness, should be a read between the notes, whisper in the stranger on the loess.
After all, can not escape the shackles of tragedy, your departure let me drunk how many love letters, some people say that this is only a comedy of love, falling with silent ups and downs. My literary talent is flying in the world that runs counter to you, and it can only be covered with the same ink, beautiful into powerless words, like a woman who is pitied.
Ten fingers are full of shallow wounds crossed by the evening wind, and the heart can not see clearly the fingerprints that are with you, the friction of the years, the shackles of the successful life, locking up the youth that may be correct, and the obsession of gossip about the afterlife. To make an appointment with you in this life and the end of the world.
[2]
Mournfully return to the road
Cut the heart of the floating guest
Gui Xiangduo sleeps alone
A leaf and a duckweed.
The road is a long-term reverie of this life. When coming, the wind is free and easy in the world of mortals, return, is no longer the original road. A person's life is full of bliss, but he has not yet reached a sad place of ecstasy. Several lights dim, finally like a leaf duckweed, by the wind of the years, wrinkled into a slowly falling yellow paper, records moved, but also buried together.
Jielu is home, dancing with flowers on his sleeves, picking a mulberry hemp and planting it under the tree that you and I wish. Why for home, all things should be shared by you, a husband and wife will be harmonious out of the taste of life, I stubborn body, you slender waist, dance a song far away from the mountains and mountains.
Is the month old led the wrong line, or Cupid shot the wrong arrow, obviously connected, but divided into countless breakpoints. Is the arrow of love, deeply shot in my left shoulder, the wound from the heart, the pain is too close, love too far.
Life is like a dream, but you are more distant than a dream. Dreams are born in the heart, but you are more stubborn than dreams born in the heart. If it is a dream, why are you as real as before? if it is not a dream, every time you appear can make my life fall down a joys and sorrows, and then disappear. You crushed my mind, regretting a paragraph of Jingyi text, you are cold with wide sleeves, withering the summer night of this season. A night is like a dream, a day is like a dream, a pen tip dream if God is idle, fettered to the end of the day, love leads to life, reluctant to part.
Butterfly dance can not cross the sea, misty rain can not cover the heavy building, transparent moonlight can not go to the cloudy color of the lotus pond, such as me, no matter how hard to miss, can not call back a trace of your smile. Accustomed to sitting still, wandering in the strange wind, sniffing the words, Enron is living without you, as always, the blue shirt exhibition, stained with a layer of silent sigh, should be strangers on the loess, waiting for the dawn of the night.
Petals, wandering with the wind; strangers, idle where; promenade, twists and turns lifelike; courtyard, dazzling. Gardenia quietly open, forget to worry about the grass whisper, a person's pavilion a person's book, regret happiness, but did not keep you. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, I raise my glass to invite the bright moon, the shadow into a double, a drunk, curled up a shadow, who in the invisible.
Parting has a cloud: the title hate wish for the day last month, still have to be round to Lang year after year. Several times of cold and summer change, that want to thicken the loess wedding clothes, whether it is still willing to be the plain clothes of Chao Lang. The moon in the sky, who is still dressed to be married, the Phoenix crown pearl, beautiful into a lilac flower.
[3]
Why do Hongyan go around the smoke building?
Who does chatter ask to add clothes?
The height of the building is surrounded by east wind.
Become the man of your dreams for Iraq.
With whom over the years, for whom clothes, wandering to the moon. People in the dream are still fluttering in the dream, Cangsheng stepping on the song, looming, wasting the moment for who suddenly looks back. Who has lived with a curl of smoke over the years, living according to the river, choosing trees and lying down, insipid and far away. Over the years, inadvertently born, vanished.
Happiness belongs to the end-result of two people's love, and people envy the days when it is warm after tea and meal. Only by falling in love with each other, can you feel each other's temperature, think carefully, and what is worth caring about. My happiness seems to be accustomed to the curtain arranged by God, testing the focus I look up at. Maybe one day, that lilac flower will revive.
Poetry, melted into the drizzle of Xiaoxiang, the transparency of tonal words fell into the soil of Acacia on that side, lyrical and clean. Yuanyang small print, affectionately or unintentionally touch the loess made of Luo skirt. The tenderness of the pulse is given to whom the promise of life and death.
Everyone has a thousand knots in his heart, weaving the dream of thinking in the night, and the euphemistic tenderness that comes with nature, which may only be understood by himself. Thoughts such as the spring, fully express their own moved, the story is also included in it, live up to the fleeting time in a hurry.
Everyone has the persistence of life, prayer or repentance, cherish or let go, clinging to the purity of life, there is no value or not, should or should not. The passage of time, life is still the same, carrying thoughts, how sad, how persistent.
The moth to the fire is only the redemption of rebirth; the last love song is only the beginning of the continuation. One day, I will be like you, living on the loess for a long time, and in the shallow summer of the coming year, I will give birth to a flower branch. Do you still remember when the night faded, and that sentence never left?
Momo on the loess, love Yiyi, lead my dream, walk with you.
Wen / Xue Ying
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