The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Everyone drinks without emotion, nostalgia, Lanzhou reminder, palm reading.
Seeing tears, I was speechless.
Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. It's been years. It should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
In the second part, there are four words: cold and clear autumn. Jin Yanxi asked him if he knew the best sentence of this word. Leng Qingqiu replied, "Where did you wake up tonight?" Fear is only the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the waning of the waning of the waning moon. "This is the conventional answer. However, Yan Xi said, "Affectionate feelings hurt parting since ancient times, which is more comparable to the Cold and Autumn Festival. "
There is another sentence written by himself, which is like this.
Listen to the rain, young boy. Listen to the rain upstairs.
The red candle is weak.
Listen to the rain last year.
Jiangkuo Di Yun
Broken geese are called westerly winds.
Now listen to the rain under the eaves.
The autumn leaves have withered.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless.
Where is Yiren?
Always at zero, Leng Qingqiu.
This is the plot of the fourth episode. You can review it again. I thought the word was beautiful, so I wrote it down.
2. I want to find all the beautiful poems in the TV series "Golden Powder Family". This sentence was said by Jin Yanxi. But this is a novel, written by Zhang Henshui.
Leng Qingqiu in the TV series "Golden Powder Family";
When Jin Yanxi met Leng Qingqiu in the alley at night, a love affair began. From then on, he was as obsessed as a woman with a fresh face like a lily. Under the dim street lamp in the alley and the flying pieces of paper, a casual look back and a smile have doomed the entanglement and resentment of the two in this life.
His love is so warm, like a sunny sunflower, golden and dazzling, irresistible. In order to clear the autumn, he used his special identity and power to be her Chinese teacher; He wandered outside the cold house late at night and was caught and beaten by the patrol; In order to get close to her, he even set up a poetry club next door in the clear autumn.
I still remember some poems he read: You have come a long way. I picked up a maple leaf (a palm and a half red) after autumn and stuck it on the wall illuminated by the sunset, smiling side by side with your little shadow in the forest.
"It's a thick wall, but it can't stop the moonlight in my heart. When night comes, it will hang in front of your window. "
However, what I like best is the sentence he wrote for Clear Autumn, "Now the autumn leaves have withered under the eaves of rain. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Where are the Iraqis? Autumn is always cold and clear. " Beautiful, but vaguely, it seems doomed.
3. The poem written by Jin Yanxi to Leng Qingqiu in the Golden Powder Family, you have gone far;
I'm behind Qiu,
Yan Ruyu picked up a half-red maple leaf;
Hanging on the wall where the sunset shines;
Hanging side by side is your little shadow,
Smile in the forest
I'm gone and may never come back;
Where are you? Can't find it;
I put your little shadow and maple leaf,
Leave it there,
On the wall discovered by sunset;
If you want to go back there,
Take that maple leaf,
Accept my longest wait!
perhaps
I have no chance to express my love to you.
I still love you when you don't love me.
Maybe my precious seeds will never sprout.
therefore
I turned this poem into a tree that won't rot.
Buried in my heart
When I think of you,
It hurts.
I know you have forgotten me.
That's why we left this number.
How I hate to think about it.
You have forgotten me.
How I want to believe
When you walked out of that alley,
When you sing
When you read my poem,
It will be soon
Please remember me
Thank you for your silence.
Thank you for your sincere and wise silence.
To my relief,
You live next door to me.
What makes me sad is that.
The distance between us is so far away
Although a low wall
Stopped me.
I can't get close.
Although a thick wall
But I can't stop the moonlight in my heart
Whenever night comes.
It will hang in front of your window.
Did you get a look at him?
Listen to the rain, young boy, listen to the rain, upstairs,
The red candle is weak,
Last year, listening to the rain,
At the bottom of the river, the wild goose is called the west wind.
Now under the eaves of the rain,
Autumn leaves have withered,
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
Where Iraqis are, it will always be cold autumn!