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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In the old Moonlight, how many photos did Mei Bian play the flute? Arouse Jade people, no matter cold or climbing. He Xun is getting old now, and they all forget the Spring Breeze Pen. But it was so strange that the flowers were sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance was cold into the Yao mat. Jiang Guo is silent, sighing to send Lu Yao, and the snow begins at night. Cui Zun is easy to cry, and the red petal is silent. Chang Ji once worked hand in hand, with thousands of trees pressing down and the West Lake cold bi. Another piece, blow it out, when will you see it? The red dust of Song Jiang Shu’s “dark fragrance” has its own Spooners. It is too crazy to laugh. If it is not cold, there is no plum blossom fragrant. What is love in the world? Teach people to live and die together. See how many stories in the world, the most fascinating plum blossom. I don’t know how many people have sung this piece of “plum blossom three things”, but no one sang it as touching as Prince depression Keung Hang. Whenever the melancholy song of Keung Hang rings, I will think of Lin Hejing, who lived in seclusion in lonely mountains and accompanied by his plum wife and crane, and of his shallow and shallow water, dark and fragrant Moon and dusk. From this poem, another love plum person, Jiang Di, will be remembered, thinking of his words “dark fragrance” and “sparse shadow”. Jiang Di, the character Yao Zhang, No. Baishi Taoist. The poets of the Southern Song dynasty had never been an official in their whole life. The Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty, the cloth clothes of their whole life, made a living by selling words and friends, and lobbied in the scholar-bureaucrats with poems. He had a great friendship with Fan Chengda, a great poet. Fan said that Jiang Di was an elegant man of Han and Mo, all of whom looked like a scholar of Jin and Song dynasties. The era he lived in was exactly the period of confrontation between the Southern Song Dynasty and Jin. The ethnic contradiction and class contradiction were very sharp and complicated. The disaster of the war and the suffering of the people made him very sad, for this reason, he made or revealed passionate voices, and his sad mood was reflected in most of his literary and musical creations. He is versatile, proficient in rhythm and can perform music by himself. His works are known for their ethereal implication. His words had a very high reputation in the Southern Song Dynasty. Zhang Yan said in the etymology that Jiang Baishi’s words were as lonely as wild cloud, leaving no trace. This “dark fragrance” is a powerful evidence. Old moonlight, how many photos do I take? Mei Bian plays the flute. Under the cold moonlight, the fragrance of plum blossom overflows Qingyour. How many times did the tranquil Moonlight shine on him and play the flute at the Plum edge. I think the song he played must be the famous song plum blossom three times. The sound of Qingyour flute was diffused in the clear moonlight. The sound seemed to have passed through thousands of years from the distant Song Dynasty, lingering in your heart and mine at present. Calculation words write a state of calm and meditation to recall the past. This nostalgic emotion originates from the deep heart and deep emotional memory of the poet. Arouse Jade people, no matter cold or climbing. Moonlight, Plum edge, flute sound, plus a beauty moving with the sound of the flute, constitute a quiet, moving, smelling sound, smelling flavorous meticulous drawing. The Jade people heard the sound of the flute. Despite the cold, they climbed a plum blossom for the poet, which showed the fervor and sincerity of their inner feelings. This word integrates the cold weather, the Qing Mei of moonlight, the fragrance of plum blossom, and the clear emotion of people, and it embodies the happiness and sweetness of the poet and lovers in the past. The artistic conception is far away, the time and space are vast, and the emotion is sad and Qingyour. He Xun is getting old now, forgetting the spring breeze word pen. Now, compared with the old beginning, it expands the sense of time. He Xun was born in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. He Xun wrote a poem called “early Mei”. The poet used He Xun to compare himself and lamented the early death of his time. His poetic mood dropped sharply, and he no longer had the mood and talent of that year. This sentence contains memories of past lovers and regrets for the passing of beautiful years. Only those who have experienced the vicissitudes of life and emotional joys and sorrows will have the grief of forgetting the spring breeze words; Only after experiencing the helplessness of wanting to send colored letters without Silk can they have such pain of forgetting. Xi Murong said: I have no poetry, there is no flying rain in the world, the four seasons of dust, please don’t cry. A versatile poet, forgetting the spring breeze pen, should be the dead silence and sorrow of life without poems and drizzle of flying flowers. The plum blossom breaks the intestines of people, the plum blossom breaks the amount of faith, the plum blossom blows, and the water is vast in the depth of clouds. Although the poet has forgotten the pen of spring breeze, the dark floating scent of plum blossom, or the distant flute sound, or the cold and lonely moonlight can always remind the poet of the past. But it was so strange that the flowers were sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance was cold into the Yao mat. There is always a soft corner in everyone’s heart, containing people and things that cannot be touched. Therefore, he blamed the sparse plum tree and touched the gentle corner of his heart. When the cold wind passed away, the dark fragrance of plum blossom Qingyour was blown to the luxurious banquet. He could not help but sink into his memory of the past. The lover of the word man was not around. He had no idea about it all day long, but only thought about each other. The fragrance of this Qingyour made him fall into loneliness and sadness. Jiang Guo is silent, sighing to send Lu Yao, and the snow begins at night. Cui Zun is easy to cry, and the red petal is silent. Across the river, I miss people far away, but she has no news at all. I want to pick a plum blossom and send it to my beloved, but it is far away from each other and I don’t know where she is. The poet only sighed, leaving a memory. There was snow in the middle of the night, and snow was laid on the Red Plum Blossom. The flying snow and plum blossom fragrance all over the sky were brewed into a daughter Red called lovesickness, which made the word man drunk before he drank it, his thoughts were more intense in the drunkenness. I think of the warm time when they red mud a small stove in the past, but the scene is still the same, but there is no news. He is so drunk that he is heartbroken that he can’t breathe. Since ancient times, many love and injuries have been separated. In front of this plum blossom, the poet picked up a green wine glass. The lovesickness was a bit stronger than this wine, and he remembered crying. I want to tell my thoughts about my sweetheart about the fiery plum petals, but the petals silently face the poet and sway its loneliness in the cold wind. The yearning that could never be extinguished in his heart devoured him yarakai heart ruthlessly. This lust was helpless, but he couldn’t let it go. He fell into the memory that was beyond redemption, only to drink to relieve his sorrow. Long Ji once worked hand in hand, with thousands of trees pressing down and the West Lake cold bi. Another piece, blow it out, when will you see it? No matter how time goes by, no matter how the mountains and rivers change, the poet will always remember the scene of traveling with his sweetheart in the West Lake. Beside the West Lake, the plum blossom with thousands of trees once witnessed their joy. Yesterday’s joy had already gone with the wind, and now only the beautiful memories of that year are left. The plum blossom tonight, passing by the breeze, falls like snow. Looking at the colorful petal rain, I count it sadly in my heart. When will I meet again in this life? He was immersed in the memories of the past for a long time, and he felt Haggard for Yi, and he did not regret at last. The CI person cherishes flowers and cherishes people, and the emotion is persistent and profound. It deeply contains the fleeting pain of beautiful things, which is rich and extremely sad. Maybe the poet was deeply regretting, and he was so easy to leave at the beginning; Maybe he was in pain that he couldn’t bear to leave at the beginning, but he had to leave. He loved her, but could not give her a comfortable and stable life, so he would rather bear the lovesickness of his whole life. Like Lin Hejing, his plum wife and crane, he was born with plum. Lin Hejing only planted a plum plant in his life. After his death, he only accompanied him with his own side of the inkstone and a jade hairpin. Maybe this jade hairpin is what his sweetheart a woman named Mei used. He missed the appointment with her Qin Lou and couldn’t stay together for life, so he spent his whole life waiting for a true love for her. Although Jiang Di didn’t spend a lifetime waiting for him, he missed him for a lifetime. He played the flute under the moon in order to miss her. These deep and remote affectionate flute sounds kept ringing until the last time of his life. There are so many forgetful old people that they only forget the lovesickness, the snow falls on the plum blossom, and the flowers fly like snow. When the dark fragrance of the plum floats, he will miss the bits and pieces he once had. He couldn’t see, couldn’t touch, and the tears of lovesickness filled wine bottle. He could only watch the fleeting time helplessly and drift his memory to the distance. The melody of “plum blossom three things” sounded in my ears, as if it came from the bank of Qiantang River thousands of years ago. In the song, I heard the faint fragrance of plum in Song Dynasty, and I saw the snow falling plum branches, the flowers flew into rain. A clear man dressed in white jersey, wearing the cold and bright moonlight, beside a red plum, played the ancient plum blossom three tricks. The flute of CLEAR tells the lovesickness of thousands of years high and low. The plum blossom breaks the intestines, the plum blossom breaks the volume, the plum blossom blows, and the water is boundless in the depth of clouds. 2014.2.1

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