You came to me from poetry

Poem wine boil feeling nianhua drink, empty cup on the moon to write fleeting years.

A bosom full of tears plain handkerchief, half glass Yan smile.

Aquilaria is still warm to stay in spring, rust pillow cold dew dial strings.

Acacia without sending orioles cry dream, delicate hand gently play mirror flower edge.

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Standing on the other side of the time, looking back at the years, those scattered in the time of the story one after another in the heart of the sea, those who cut the past lingering in the passing years, those green plum past, cloud water love bright poetry wine years. Warm past in the memory of ripples, diffuse in an inch of the heart planted fireworks, superimposed on the thickness of life, adding to the color of life. Stepping on green mountains and green waters, holding hands tightly, life is a total walk, the world mandarin duck, who laughs crazy?

June Fangfei dyed skirt, thoughts spread in the gorgeous summer flowers, soft mood in this amazing drunken beauty ripples, gently pull a touch of green on the nose, deep smell of this refreshing fragrance, this elegant beauty embellishes the plain soul.

At this moment, thoughts are so elegant, emotions are so quiet, I really want to wander in this cluster of flowers, do not wake up. I think the most beautiful feeling of life is to blend into this excellent scenery and enjoy the beauty of providence. How nice would it be to be able to hug someone you love? At this time, only I alone in the south alley, charming beauty no longer have your figure, I shed tears in the clear to see your handsome face.

Have you ever remembered, years past, Jiangnan water town, you valiant welcome me, and you brush shoulders for a moment, your eyes love enveloped me, your warm eyes attack roll me, I slightly low Dai Mei, gently drooping head, can not hide, can not escape, only one eye, thousands of rivers and mountains, only one eye, a look forever. Love grows deep in this summer.

I am the beauty you missed in your previous life, and you renew your love in this life? But I am your wish under the moon, this life Jun to degree my deep feelings? I am the dream soul you are looking for at midnight, and this life meets you in this deepest mortal world? We do not have flowers under the warm alcohol, there is no sense of heaven and earth love, this warm love such as babbling streams winding in the river of life.

Jiangnan misty rain road, a meeting, warm drunk rebellious youth. In this ancient town, thousands of years of bluestone at the foot of the soul, drizzle wet my heart, the clouds and water of the past leisurely in this Tang Feng Song Yu Green Street old lane, that long wait in this light of the spread of the misty rain, looking at the flower paper umbrella under the couple laughing and laughing, I call your name again and again in my heart, I search for memory, this moment, you jumped out of my eyes, turn around, find you, silent rain, silent tears, only pedestrians hurry…Soft wind, where you blow, can you take me to your side, can you pass on my heart? Today, Jiangnan apricot misty rain, my old dream, the bridge is still the same, Wu Peng is still the same, only I am wandering alone, I am the clove under the umbrella, can not walk out of this deep rain lane.

Year after year looking forward to the full moon, year after year stepping spring dream, you are far away. Are you looking forward to it in the southern hemisphere? Can you dream of returning to Jiangnan? Can also think long into disease, lovesickness forest? Is there my shadow in the moon of a foreign country? Looking back thousands of times in previous life, only to meet you, how can I give up? God so pity, finally let me find you, how can you bear to show, let me down a painstaking piece? I want to cut red candles with you, lingering every night, I want to spend more time with you, day after day, but how do you know that deep love is shallow, the ends of the world.

Half life care, empty to the moon, a long sigh, tears wet shirt.

Young we think a promise is a daughter, kiss established feelings, but how can the world disappear sparse. Those deep in the bone marrow, unforgettable love can not resist the erosion of time, the erosion of running water. Pick up the years, look back on old dreams, you will feel that they have been young and ignorant, immature, but will never regret the oath planted under the stars. That year, that month, that pair, wearing rainbow month, drunk beauty of the fleeting, warm the night sky of that season. Years later, looking back, those or frivolous, or sad, or good promises are still like soft water flowing in the bottom of my heart, wet face, smudge ink, reverberating in my heart, once sharp edges in my heart will also become mellow in the running-in of time. The star with tears is still Yi Yi, the moon is still moving round the amorous, sunshine and rain is still fresh.

Always believe that silkworms in the constant transformation of the rebirth of life, people in the sharpening of the soul obtained in the sublimation. I believe that after the storm there will be rainbows, grass will be green, flowers will be red. Rain washed through the heart field, will wash away all the sediment, smooth out the subtle scars, even the cracks in the heart can also soften and heal. Deep in the soul, there are always some thoughts will go with the memory to the depths of the soul, there is always a person you can not walk out of the circle, forget the pain. The sunrise and thought, sunset and read, that miss footsteps ah, always can not stay.

Miss eventually flying over the sky, I can only miss into the air you breathe, into your thick blood, into your window that touch of good moonlight, when you look at the stars, where I look for your eyes. The passage of time carved my exquisite heart, rendering my lotus miss, long Acacia road, feelings are faint, love is faint. The past gentle feelings linger in my heart, I really want to hold your hand in this rainy season, travel with you, whisper to see the wind and moon, sentimental appreciation of Qingchuan, extend this love to the place where dreams begin.

One summer a year, a thought of you, I walk in black and white reflection, wind and rain vicissitudes of Jiangnan old street, walk in that dreamy arch bridge, over and over again to find that submerged in this Qionglou Yuyu love, looking for that wind to return to Xi dream. Rain pattering, continuous, gently close your eyes, let thoughts back to memory, do not want to wake up, just want to feel your breath in memories, just want this gentle memories drive away the rainy season of the soul.

Who looks up and swallows in pairs, sad alone? Who in the mirror spent empty on the moon, Xiaoxiang wild flute? Who is leaning on the railing alone, tears strong pretending to be happy? Wild geese want to fly, countless new words, I do not know where people? When flowers grow into mud, who can solve their suffering?

Only wish this life and Jun soul dream connected, picking chrysanthemum east fence courtyard, chanting Zhi Lan Xiang, vegetarian drink fireworks, under the moon push cup for a cup. No matter how far the time goes, I only wish to be quiet. With a dust-free heart, watch the beauty of life as before, to lotus plain light, free and easy wind, go with the flow, smile and see the past. Write this fingering affection into psalms, into life, into years. Mountains and water can have nothing to do with each other, day and month can forget each other, but you are the most beautiful love of Su Jinhua, the miracle of my life. In this life, I would like to write a legend of love for you.

One day, you come to me from the poem, Ying a pregnant catkins, a wisp of chrysanthemum red, you smile, I am safe, let this love condense in the years of writing, let this feeling bloom in eternal life.

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Author: Lan Linger