The unique charm of the wind and the moon
The unique charm of the wind and the moon. How much infatuation there is in the world. Hidden between the brows and meditating. The wind and the moon cannot be measured. The world of mortals remains the same over the years. As before, only the entanglement of joys and sorrows remains to tell the story of the past, covering the time when the scenes blended together. Please continue to appreciate the unique charm of the wind and the moon. The unique charm of the wind and the moon 1
The full moon fills the west building, revealing the charm and charm. Three lives of wind and moon, one life of sorrow and joy. A clear song caressed the heart. The city is full of flowers, grassy and leisurely, with a hint of happiness, and a curtain of tranquility. The pearls and emeralds accompany the sound, the soft tone remains the same, and the sentiments are full of wishes. Curious about it, I read a passage filled with emotion and ink, and gently pasted it into a piece of paper, filled with poetry. The dream in my heart is prosperous, accompanied by my heart, and written in cursive script.
Life is like a play, with shadows of flowers on the road. Watching the wind pass by, my thoughts will be unforgettable, and I will take photos of my nostalgia and thoughts. The longing is gradually slowing down, and the fate of the world is hard to end. All the passing years, some of them are still reluctant to let go, and they still follow the smoke and clouds to the end of the dream world. Thinking too much about that year and month comes with style. But after a sudden change of smoke and clouds, the marriage was short-lived, and the world of mortals was full of strangers; I had only a single lamp, and I was lonely and thinking about the lotus.
The feelings linger, and there are several shadows. Talking about matters of the heart, thinking about love affairs, and folding them again and again. The longing of the soul is like the enchantment of time, and the emotional connection is permeated with passionate conversion. The breeze above the building, the bright moon in the sky, and the flowers all over the world, go with each other. In front of the flowers and under the moon, my arms are full of water, leaning against each other with tenderness and sweetness. Gentleness is like the fragrance of flowers. Spending this moment with each other, the world is so close and the heart can no longer be far apart.
The years are clear. Observe the romance, follow the emotions, and quietly relax your mind. Who knows that two people are in love with each other for life and death, and they depend on each other day and night, which makes people feel sentimental. So far, the romantic mood is not over, and the surging river of heart is still like a dream in the rings of autumn. Love, fate gathers and disperses like water. Love, however, leaves only the entanglement of joys and sorrows. Emotions continue to tell the past of the story, covering the time when the scenes blend together.
Cherishing a flower makes your heart feel like still water. The years are passionate and lonely. How much infatuation there is in the world, hidden between the brows and meditating. The wind and the moon cannot be measured, and the world of mortals remains the same over the years. The lights on the other shore, the search for thousands of miles, the lingering passion, the entanglement of thousands of miles. Desperate feelings run deep in the years, and the yellowed poems and papers sway with the style of the past, leaving a trace of thoughts on the pillow, thinking about it reluctantly, and raising my eyes full of affection.
Life is full of infatuation, and there is no end to love. Heaven and earth are eternal, and thoughts and feelings are hard to stop. Love is all about romance, love, and love in the world of mortals. The sadness and sadness are lingering in my heart. Whose scenery is whose heart, I miss you day and night. Three lives of fireworks are replaced by confusion, and seven lives are promised to each other under the flowery moon. Love lingers through life, dream, and death, and infatuation never changes deep affection. I turn on the light and look back at my past love, and smile for you forever!
When people meet in the world, they face and turn around, meet and part, no matter how they live, no matter how they feel. The warmth and coldness of human relationships are intertwined like vines, interpreting how many emotions come together and how many sorrows come together. Who knows deeply in the world of mortals, and who is left deep in the pear blossoms. Who promises forever, who knows the dream when flowers fall and flowers bloom.
Love comes with a cold song, this life is fate, tomorrow will be resentful, don’t blame God, don’t blame others. What should be left behind should be a lingering attachment. My eyes were filled with tears and confusion, my dreams were misty, and I was filled with lovesickness. If the story is not exciting, how can it make people remember the past as beautiful. Frowning anxiously is for love, looking through the autumn water is just for love. Love is unforgettable, infatuation is hard to let go. A visit to each other may be a lifelong yearning and a lifetime of remembrance.
A curtain of autumn water, your heart and my heart, like flowers and beautiful couples, like the passage of time. Yesterday's various things, today's various things. Stay with affection, even at the snap of a finger. I stayed for love, waiting for my beloved in my dream. Who knows, life is not love. Who knows, flawless romance is not love. Emotions are difficult to describe. You love me and I love you deeply. The love is there day and night.
The wind and the moon on the road of mortal world, the scenery along the way and the songs along the way. ***It's a sad thing in the world. I don't know what year it is today. Love is always swaying in the depths, singing songs of feelings. Looking back once, waiting for you all your life. The unique charm of the wind and the moon 2
Love is a reincarnation influenced by time. The wild spring breeze comes again and the camellia blooms again. Love is a cup of poisonous alcohol. It is not over until you are drunk. Love is endless and meaningless. Love rolls in the west wind. People are thinner than yellow flowers. Love turns thousands of times. It is clean and thorough. Love's wind and rain are harmonious. I am secretly frightened. .
——The loneliness after turning around
The passage of time, talking about love, talking about some stories of long flowing water, talking about some residual leaves in the wind, residual lotuses in the rain, talking about The autumn moon and the spring breeze are spent leisurely, and the years that come after stepping on the moon are left to loneliness. Time can also be so long, from youth to wrinkled temples, coming and going, accompanying autumn and winter. How certain, how helpless it is to live like this, I don’t want to miss any spring season, and the beauty like pollen and rouge.
When the wind blows, I always want to find a kind of love, to find that lasting lingering. In the lonely night, I listen to the songs to fill the lost vacancy. With smiling eyes, I fall asleep in the dark. , take a deep breath.
The sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the yard are as tall as they are in their years. I love how they are inseparable every second and share the same thought of life and death. Love is also true. You can love to the point of not eating or sleeping. The lingering lovesickness, as long as you hear (her) or (his) voice, in just a moment, it will change from thousands of miles of glaciers to pear blossoms and spring rain.
Tsangyang Gyatso wrote about love, that day, that month, that life - traveling around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the afterlife, but just to meet you on the way.
It turns out that love at first sight really exists in this world. Maybe I have met it before, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to write such vivid sentences. If you like someone, send him the words you have been saving in your heart for a long time, and let him know that time is not only drifting away in seasons, but also the lonely truth that is exposed in the depths of the years. Love basely once, go crazy once, heart to heart, heart to heart. Telling every word of a life that has been cleansed of luster, life and death together, and being involved in a love like a mountain torrent, then it is safe and practical, the most beautiful wind and moon in life.
The alluring posture, the quiet majesty, beautiful things are always short-lived, and I still remember that when I was young, I rushed to the beauty of youth to like someone, the lights and shadows, and the memory treasured by the moon, I used too many words to type it all into one note, but I still gave him this heart. The breeze was harmonious, and the flying clouds were speechless. All the loneliness flowed through those silent agreements and the tears of love. Kowtow and embrace, the month and life passed by Tsangyang Gyatso. It turns out that love is lingering deep down, and every second of falling in love is beautiful and unforgettable.
Recalling those years in the list of time, the gentle season has lived in my heart, in fact, I should smile affectionately, those soft and comforting all the good, but time has grown old, poetic It also became bland.
The days are so long, so many stories we meet are all fireworks in the market, the superposition of years, a person hiding in the time to have fun, love, no need to search, no need to explain, it can only be found through experience. The dusty softness of the year is the most beautiful joy.
Breaking away from the historical story, Li Shimin’s son Li Zhi fell in love with Wu Meiniang, and the Yangtze River rolled by. He loved Wu Zetian very much and had a deep love for her. This empress of the Tang Dynasty in history, The love between her and him is like a prosperous age, a lifetime of true love without any regrets, without any hesitation. The magic of love is really hard to describe in words!
Thank you for the time, those plain fireworks, grateful encounters, those vows walking in the clouds, and you can still be innocent in the beautiful years. After thousands of turns, eternal love, true love, and waiting, there is no right or wrong. Zhang Ailing once said: among millions of people, when you meet the person you want to meet, in millions of years, in the wilderness of endless time, there is no step early or one step late, you just happen to catch up, there is nothing else to say It can be said that all I can do is ask gently: Oh, so you are here too!
Love is between movement and stillness. People who love are happy. Love is waiting with a persistent heart. Love will be in the heart of time. The nature is weak and eternal. Love can always hold hands. Start working until you are old, and then you will reach eternity. Eternal love - the most beautiful romance in life, I believe it is old.
You smile at me, and I feel that it is worth waiting for too long. Love is everyone’s spring, and your smile is the flowers all over the mountains and plains.
In life, old love is endless. In a life of love, one can love until dusk and the rivers are declining, love until the reality in dreams, tenderness and tranquility become a smile, and love until the purity and tranquility in late winter. Sit upright, then all happiness is happiness.
The leisurely dusk is just like the original intention. The most beautiful romance of love has no sorrow or joy, only calm cherishment.
The lyricism of love is the faint fragrance of flowers under the blue sky, the bright moon shining in the clear window in the ears during the years, the loneliness of falling red patches in autumn, and the vicissitudes given by time. It’s so amazing that I can’t finish writing it. A hangover and time stands still.
Riding on the wind, we rush to the most beautiful romance in love. The sentimentality blooms all the way and withers all the way. Everything is so natural. It seems far and near in the hazy morning light. I have loved, Remembering that you loved is enough. Yesterday's passers-by can still remain in my memory. After the rain, the sky becomes bluer, and the moon and stars are sparse. The stars passing by are the most beautiful romance I have ever promised - love.