2. If you drink wine alone, how can a can of drunken dreams be against lingering thoughts? Solitude and self-admiration, sadness everywhere, night is still young, dark melancholy. The past is Langyuan _ _, and the words are too light to throw away. The blooming peach blossom is a scar.
3. There were flying flowers in Chang 'an that year, and I heard the spring breeze outside the Great Wall weeping blood.
4, years are traceless, and life is like a dream. Only the snowflakes you brushed away are still waiting in the memory, weaving eternal lingering. That once withered hope, constantly rubbing against the moonlight, gradually ignited, swaying in the wind.
5. finally, it covered the whole world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
6. Many, many years later, Wu Xie was able to talk and laugh before, but he was ruthless after; Jie Yuchen came and went in front of the wardrobe, and he always took the yellowed costume and burned his clothes under the Haitang tree in the quadrangle. Wang Pangzi patted his belly and laughed heartily at the wine table, but cried bitterly in the bedroom with a photo of clouds; The young man with a knife on his back suddenly looked back in in an infinite haze of cloud and sea, only to find that there was nothing around him.
7. Flowers are easy to fade, fog is easy to lose, dreams are easy to die, and clouds are easy to disperse. This is especially true for things. What can I be ashamed of?
8. Iraqis in the mirror, the shadows of flowers are scattered on the moon. Who will I think of if I miss this world? Who am I willing to forget when I wash the lead, repair my face and cover my heart, and love goes with the wind? The world of mortals is locked deep, only because of the feeling of Iraq. Looking back, Zhan Yan chuckled, and I will live up to my lovesickness in this life. I only feel for you, Zhan Yan recalls, the whole city is warm, smiling pear vortex. I just want you to look back once and see my affection.
9. After a fleeting dream, I went back to Qushui and watched the fireworks bloom with a full moon.
1. The paper is a little worn and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.