If love is just passing

Bypassing the misty smoky city, the pace was hurt, the night was cold, and the rain played and sang for it repeatedly. The miss of the cloud passing through the season has faded the oath and deserted for several years. Is the snow pure white again? Sprinkle in the sunset, the romantic past, the passing of aestheticism, will they remember each other’s faces many years later? Going back and forth and turning around pockets. Maybe, some people are destined to look at each other and forget each other, and then slowly settle into the deepest secret in each other’s hearts, become the most beautiful brand in our life! In the vast sea of people, you and I meet you who come and go. Is it better to meet each other than to look at each other with a light smile? The sadness and beauty in these lyrics make people deeply calm and calm. You asked whether the endless waiting on the edge of the bridge in the past was not long enough, or whether the world was in a hurry and forgot to gather the oath floating in the wind. I said, maybe I was really forgotten in your previous life, and I drank five-flavored tea of forgetfulness in a muddle, so that we missed it. In life, passing by constantly, vast sea of people, looking for the footprints of previous life, according to the embrace of this life, familiar taste, visiting the road we walked in reincarnation. The vicissitudes of the world are scorching, and yesterday you and I will be the past. In the time of circulation, in the red dust of twists and turns, it is the past that passes quickly, while in the light of the time, it is a feeling like flowing clouds and water. In the life of life, the comers are guests. Don’t talk about freehand brushwork, don’t say proud smiling, sell all the past, put away the loneliness of the bustling dream, and turn around and continue to go to the unknown future. Can’t Hold the floating life, I forgot to wait for you, or you forgot to say goodbye, those trivial things flowing in the years use time to interpret the fairy tale ending gradually moving away. Those who sank at midnight were broken, and the play was destined to the curtain call of a lifetime like painting. I was unable to pick up the fragrance scattered in the floating dust. Those perfunctory fixed frames in the fleeting time were tied up, and the flowers danced to the desert for a long time. The indifference of the season, which stopped between eyebrows, accompanied me to bury the old world. Ageless, looking back suddenly like a dream. Memory of the station, who walks who stays, the next intersection, will there be a familiar figure? Looking at the scenery outside the window slowly receding back, it added another confusion. In the moonlit street, it was just an accident that who met with whom. During the cycle, the flowers fell and the dream was disabled. The Sanskrit singing of Su Mi Buddha front never purified that twisted love. The flowers on the Bodhi tree were worried. The fallen leaves had been buried under the tree, so they were planted, the cause of the next life is only the fate of the afterlife. The memories outlined in the past few years, blowing away the beauty of rose, the moon is light, is it keeping and abandoning the dependence? Or is the land always lost? Looking forward to a season of blooming flowers, waiting for an eternity. Who told me to settle the dust in a hurry and silent time? If love is just passing by, will the night annihilate the starry sky? The endless darkness makes the kite unable to fly the tangled sea of Hearts. If love is just passing by, can I not remember you? After turning around, you can’t afford to be weathered forever. If love is just passing by, how can I greet you and never see you again? Listen to the oath of the corner of the red dust, blur the bustling city. If love is just passing by, how can I alter the gray future? Once the ten fingers were held together, and the shallow fingers were cool and thin. Ageless, the vicissitudes of life have been recorded, the years are speechless, and the life is endless. Draw a pair of Danqing ink painting with a poetic CLEAR of willows and flowers, embellish the dream-seeking life in the long corridor of smoke and rain; Throw away the faint sadness in the back when leaving, leaving a free and easy lintel for time. Rendering lonely as fragrant, prosperous, who built a side for me forever?

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The south wind knows my meaning and dreams about Xizhou

Yimei goes to Xizhou and sends it to Jiangbei. Single shirt apricot red, double-head Crow young color.

Where is the western continent, two oars bridge head crossing. At dusk, the wind blows the Ulva tree. Under the tree is the door, and the door is exposed. Open the door and go out to pick red lotus. In the autumn of Nantang, lotus flowers pass the head. Lower your head to get lotus seeds. Lotus seeds are as clear as water. In the sleeve of Lotus, Lotus Heart is red. Recalling Lang Lang’s arrival, he looked up at Fei Hong. Hongfei Manchuria, Hope Lang to go to the green house. I can’t see it from the high sight of the building. It’s handrail head. The railing is twelve songs, and the hanging hand is as clear as jade. The roller shutter is empty, and the sea water is green. The Sea Dream is leisurely, and I am also worried. The south wind knows my meaning and dreams about western continent. The Southern folk song “Song of the western islet” encountered a light music, and the single was played in a loop. Music flows from the heart, full of gentle lingering, nine Qu ileal. In fact, I have heard this song faintly before, but I just don’t know the name of the song. My colleague Shan told me that this song was called “missing across time and space”, and suddenly I suddenly realized. This song from light to thick, and then from thick to light, as if to bring people from the distant past life to the present, and from the present to the blurred afterlife. Across the three lives, no matter the feelings are strong or weak, the string lifted in the heart still plays the ancient lovesickness. Ouyangxiu said: life itself has love, and this hate is not the wind or the moon. Yes, most of the time, a piece of music, a paragraph of text and a scenery will make people feel sad and remind people of the time when you were a bamboo horse I am plum. Lovesickness has never been sent. From ancient times to present, the taste of this cup of wine is the same, but different people in different dynasties interpret the same story. All the stories have a sweet and beautiful beginning. If a lover can be married and can be accompanied day and night, then the days will be as calm as water and calm, then there will be no unforgettable lovesickness. It is precisely because there are various barriers in the world that lovers love each other but cannot keep together. They have to face parting, so every day together will seem precious. In the Southern Dynasty more than one thousand years ago, there was a young woman who once put the south wind to blow her lovesickness to the western continent where the lover was. It was a few later early spring, and the plum blossom in the corner had been opened by Ling Han alone. Seeing things and thinking, I remembered that my lover had plum blossoms in the snow with her. The past is vivid, but today’s lover is not around. He has to go to the western continent in Jiangbei to make a living. A loving couple was separated from each other. She lost Idsmay yuan and asked him to send it to him far away in Xizhou. I hope he can understand Mei’s heart when he sees her. Spring is coming again and again, without any news from him. But she was looking forward to the day when her lover would suddenly appear in front of her. A woman is a person who likes herself. She dresses herself up beautifully every day and only wants to leave the most beautiful moment to him. She put on the apricot red spring clothes, combed with the Crow-colored bun, and the fresh Yan was like the apricot flower, cutting and waiting for his return. She waited alone from winter to spring, and then from spring to summer. Her lover still didn’t come back. She was nothing but a shadow. Lovesickness made her look thinner. Only the Lonely Bird of labor was accompanying her. Miss him, from day to night; Read him, from night to dawn. She sank in the mud of lovesickness, so that the wind blew down the rustle of leaves Triadica sebifera the door. She mistakenly thought it was the footsteps of lover’s return. She hurried to open the door to meet with joy, and the result was an empty joy. In order to avoid the neighbor’s eyes, not to be too embarrassed, but also to relieve the lonely lovesickness in her heart, she had to go out to the lake to collect Lotus by reason. Woman, when you are alone, you can miss each other until the end of the world, but you have to dry your tears, paint delicate makeup, and devote yourself to work. In the door, Lu Cuiyan, a word revealed that she was eager and shy. She opened the door for looking forward to her lover. This sentence described the scene that she wanted to see but was ashamed to see, and she wanted to see without looking at it, and accidentally revealed Cui Di. Love for lovers is also shown in a show. Open the door and go out to pick red lotus. At this moment, she was filled with mixed feelings, deep thoughts and embarrassed mentality. On the Lake of the boat, the lotus is higher than the human head; Reach for the Lotus, and the lotus seed is mature. The character of the lover is as clear as water as the lotus seed, which makes people love it. Hide the stripped lotus seed in your arms, just like holding a lover in your chest. Lover, Lover, you know that a woman loves your heart with sincerity and perseverance; You know that a woman who loves you is waiting for you in Nantang; When will you take the steps of turning back? Lower your head to get the lotus seed, the lotus seed is as clear as water; In the sleeve of the Lotus, the Lotus Heart is red. Zhu Ziqing once quoted this sentence in his moonlight over the lotus pond. However, whenever I think of this poem, there will be a ups and downs in my heart. She thought of him in her mind, full of his figure. But he was not in front of his eyes, could not see, could not touch, and the lovesickness surging in his heart almost drowned her. From spring to autumn, he heard nothing. I don’t know if he has received the plum. I don’t know what fettered his return, and his heart was full of dismay. Looking up, I saw Feihong flying all over the sky. Autumn is coming, even wild geese know when you can return to your hometown, lover? Full of lovesickness can’t be sent. Please take Hongyan to miss you. However, none of Feihong brought your news in Western continent. The tide of missing in her heart was surging. She indulged in the struggle and almost suffocated. Climb the high-rise building to overlook, hoping that there will be a lover in the sailing is coming back. However, from dawn to evening, it is not even a thousand sails. She had no choice but to put herself on the railing and sighed with her hands. Her heart was filled with loneliness and melancholy. Roll up bead curtain and look far away, only HADAY are connected, a vast expanse. She was lonely, tall and green, but had nothing to do with herself. In the heaven and earth, only the love and care for the lover are lingering in my heart. A kind of lovesickness, two leisure worries, she knew that the lover who was far away from Xizhou must also miss themselves in Nantang. They were in love with each other and were full of love, just like The Endless River. The sea of humanity is less than half of lovesickness. There are still ends in the sea, and lovesickness has no side. Her surging thoughts for her lover are surging in her heart, like the east of the great river, vast and endless. Someone sent Mei to me, but the lover didn’t see it; The lover didn’t receive the letter from tofeihong; Now only this feeling of missing can be entrusted to the south wind that can blow to the western continent where the lover is located, I hope that my lover can know his concern and can turn back early to reunite with himself. This “song of the western islet” is the longest lyric poem in the folk songs of Yuefu in the Southern Dynasty. It expresses a woman’s long lovesickness to her lover from early spring to late autumn, from reality to dream. The whole poem is full of strong life atmosphere and vivid emotional color. It can be called the Nonsuch in the Southern Dynasty’s love poems by hiding thoughts, supporting things to express love and charming style. Li Bai said: Sauvignon Blanc, destroy the heart and liver, dream soul can’t reach the difficulty of Guan Shan. Tonight, her dream soul, riding on the wings of the South Wind, flew over the vast rivers and waters and came to the western continent. However, the dew at night was too heavy and wet her wings. She flew too heavy and tired. I don’t know if her lover is ready for her to warm up and wipe away the damp all over. Waiting is the inevitable fate of a woman at some moment. Not for men, but for love! 2014.4.18 Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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