Time is very short, the end of the world is very far, in the future, mountains and rivers, one day and one night, I walk quietly. If you get lost and fall into the water, you should also remember that there is a river called rebirth. Anywhere in the world, it can grow; wherever it goes, it is the end-result. Well, don't come to me, and I won't come to you. Watch the rest of the fleeting years, watch a period of time quiet and stable in this world.
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Splash ink fleeting time, ask the past. It seems that everyone has a past, near or far; everyone has a memory, or thick or light; everyone has a scar, deep or shallow; everyone has a corner, bright or dark. However, I would like to mention all this alone, but I don't want you to touch it.
Since ancient times, the trivia of the world of mortals, wind and rain, love and hate alternately. Origin and extinction, looking for scenery along the way, seeing green mountains and rivers, smelling birds and flowers, feeling grass and withered leaves, sighing that things in the world are impermanent. With the size of heaven and earth and the number of people in the world, it may be predestined to meet each other.
The Buddha said that it was only after looking back 500 times in the previous life that we passed by in this life. In the past life, I have never seen you, in this life, where should I go to find you?
Unintentionally intruded into whose rainy season, but stained with sadness of parting. At the pavilion of wind and rain, I waited for thousands of years; by the broken bridge, I waited day and night. Xiaoxiang night rain, alone by the fence. Jing Li, want to "rely on the building to listen to the wind and rain, light look at the jianghu road". Unexpectedly, in a gentle voice in my ear, who was so bold as to touch my strings? I looked at you in a hurry and saw you pointing to a snow skirt, teeth and lips, Yu Rong Liu waist, sitting dignified in front of my piano. The years are amazing, you are charming, I am also personable. Do not say bosom friend is difficult to find, your song, as if a moment stopped the wind and rain, quiet night, but also listen to me infatuated, drunk do not want to wake up.
Such as the gazing of water, somehow suddenly flooded with wisps of sadness. I don't know if I picked up the softness of the rain, or did you deliberately turn a blind eye? If the sky has been moved, then, why won't you listen to my words? Isn't it said that meeting each other is also predestined? Even if it is not a happy coincidence, it should be my bitter hope in my previous life, and return my long-cherished wish in this life, right? But you are in such a hurry that you disappear without a trace before I take a good look. Maybe I am an ordinary man who has disturbed you, or I am destined to have this test, no matter how I stare, I will not see you in the end.
A thousand years, just like a lifetime away, this life is looking for the south of the Yangtze River, mixed with misty rain, who alone holds an oil-paper umbrella and is stationed at the entrance of Qingshi alley? The smoke ripples, the rain is lingering, where comes the residual red, and whose face has been left behind? As soon as it fell to the ground, you picked it up carefully for you to take a closer look at it. However, I want to ask you, what are you staring at and who are you waiting for? Is it possible that my prodigal son in the world finally moved God to arrange a beautiful encounter for me here in this life?
Therefore, I silently approach, approach, but you are far away for no reason! Shake your sleeves and pass away in a twinkling of an eye. If you don't want to give yourself any room to look back, why do you leave the petals that you touched? I want to take a closer look, but it falls into the gap of memories for no reason, struggling painfully. I don't want to be soaked by Rain Water and let the years go to waste. When its fragrance fades and disappears, how many worries have been forgotten?
And I, how can I bear to see this sad scene staged in front of my eyes, I used up the humblest kindness in my life, picked it up slowly and held it tightly in the palm of my hand, let it feel the last trace of warmth in the world. The broken vein obscures my eyes and makes my skin cold with raindrops. Who wants to, it seems that for a moment I also woke up like a big dream, and my heart was filled with unprecedented Qinghuan.
Although the misty rain is hazy, the good time is like a dream. And I am not afraid of loneliness, and how can I not like this rare Qingning. Through the misty rain old alley, through the green bridge stone arch, find a Yanbo ferry, put you gently …...
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