Happy melancholy is the sweetness of hard work.

A person's sky, very blue, blue to some melancholy, ethereal high, a few white clouds understate my thoughts. At this, a person's yearning, very beautiful, beautiful a little melancholy. Walking on the bank of Xuanwu Lake, looking at the flying catkins, leaving memories lingering in the wind of Nanjing. In a trance, I didn't know what to do, and it was spring again.

Time is like running water. Flick fingers, and see fireworks in March. Far away, are you all right? Looking at the sparkling lake, my state of mind is like a mirror. Walking on the afterglow of the setting sun, thinking about the shore of the lake, I only feel lonely.

Listen to the water silent, ask the flowers speechless, Acacia in the world of mortals, floating and sinking. I do not know when, I learned to let life in a tranquil, leisurely. I have seen that the green mountains are not old, only for snow-white heads; the green water is carefree, only wrinkled by the wind. So, what about me? Whether you can watch the pre-court flowers blossom and fall, do not be surprised or disgraced; look at the clouds in the sky, leaving or staying unintentionally.

Sometimes I often feel resentment in the low mood that I want to pay Yaoqin and have few bosom friends and who listens to the broken strings. Sad in the plot of the phantom. Sighing and asking what the love in the world is, teaching people the poignant emotion of the promise of life and death. Then look up and ask God, knowing that lovesickness has nowhere to go, why people are thinner than Huanghua!

Always comfort yourself by not worrying about the friends in front of you, and there is no one in the world who does not appreciate your solemnity. Do not hurt spring, not sad autumn, life, like spring flowers and autumn moon. At a loss, time, such as fleeting, after flying, leaving only the desolation of no one to care about.

Many times, I often dream of turning into seagulls, flying in the bitter sea of Acacia. Who changes for whom in the vicissitudes of life? I don't believe in the sea and mulberry fields. I can change everything I believe in, and I don't believe in the sincerity after paying. If I want to take it back, I can take it back. Memory, such as the wind, does not blow away the yearning and nostalgia for the past, just like the sweetness of happiness, also true and illusory, as if weaving a beautiful and moving, but unreachable dream.

Now, a river of spring water can not finish the tears I miss for you, and a piece of letterhead can not finish my sentimental feelings for you. Because, you are thousands of miles, I am in my hometown; memories are like poems, memories are like pictures. Now, with the hazy night, I hold a crescent moon, which is poetic and picturesque. In an instant, my heart turned melancholy into sweetness and toil as happiness. I smiled that the melancholy of happiness was the sweetness of hard work.

Life is short, know how to cherish. The person is like duckweed, wandering in the sea of people, and wash the flashy, smile at the common people. Happy or sad, but flowers bloom and wither, chaos red fly, there will be rebirth. As the saying goes: flowers have a day of reopening, people are no longer young. It's a pity that this year's flowers are more popular than last year's, and next year's flowers are better. Who am I with?

Youth is like a flower, for whom to open, who to wait for? For whom is it sad that the pieces are popular? In the end, it is difficult to pick a dark fragrance. However, your memories warm me, and the thoughts I give you fall in the world of mortals. When, happiness is no longer melancholy, sweetness is no longer hard, is happy melancholy doomed to be only hard sweetness?

In the busy life, searching and thinking, releasing a holy desire from the bottom of my heart. Appease the moving heart, only to find that the initial persistence is still just a dream from the world of mortals. Although our story is not perfect, our story is very sad and beautiful.

People will be reunited and separated, and the moon will be full and missing. Life can not be perfect, but it must be complete. I would rather abide by the hard sweetness of my heart than let the blues of happiness do as I please. Perhaps happy melancholy is a glass of wine, more and more rich, only those who are content with insipid people, can taste the unique mellow. The sweetness of hard work is a flower, and only when prosperity falls out, can we smell the pure fragrance. Therefore, my feelings for you and my thoughts for you are like: happy melancholy is the sweetness of hard work.

Evening breeze, bursts of attack, ethereal thoughts, suddenly stopped. Looking from a distance, the night scene looks so elegant and quiet. Here, a person's night sky is very beautiful, a little bleak; a person's memory is very happy, happy some melancholy. However, life is like a dream, the past goes with the wind, full of happiness and melancholy; full of hardship and sweetness.

Perhaps, only through the wind and frost, experienced the mulberry, will always have a more profound insight into the sun after the wind and rain. Tonight, when singing to wine, the geometry of life. Here, with the full moon, I sing the happiness in my heart.

(Wen / Xu Yinong)