It's late autumn in 2020. The wind in the cold leaves has swept the fingertips, and the ink has become a wisp of sadness, dripping on my heart and turning into tears. I'm praying when the epidemic world will be safe again. With a ray of yearning in the moonlight, tonight I languish alone for Jianghan's friends, twist a fallen flower, touch the moonlight, close my eyes and think, my friends are by my side, raise a glass and propose a toast! Strong wine, timid. I would like to leave my foolish thoughts behind and weave a deep dream of health for my friends in Wuhan. An unpleasant relationship. I am just a passer-by in Hubei and a bystander in the scenery. This is the end of the world, please don't read, don't read ... I pray for you!
A season of Qiu Si, a pulse of idiotic talk, drunk pen sketch, or deep, or shallow. Send the blessing of a lotus flower into your world, and stand still in Wang Yang like a fragrance in full bloom. Like water, like a fairy. Silence is better than sound, just a brush, just want to twist a poem, write a picture, hold a glass of old wine, drink it to your heart's content, sing and do it without gossip. Quietly keep a safe, light ink and red dust, stay together silently, silently like that piece of flowers and green leaves.
Qing dynasty porcelain
There is a rustling river wind, and pedestrians are drunk alone. This life is full of love. Pipa strings, mountains and rivers to find a bosom friend, * * * a prime minister's thoughts. Light as water, soft lips slightly open, leaning in the breeze, watching flowers bloom and fall. Refers to the flower twist, step by step, lotus, a curtain of dreams, leisurely watching the clouds roll and relax. High-rise buildings live near the river, staring at the distance and looking at the Yangtze River. When you come to see the long-flowing river, I dare not grow old without you.
The moon is in the sky, the river is rustling, and the bridge meets Qixi. The milky way is far away, the nebula is misty, and there is love in the world. Beautiful eyes, graceful clothes and a thousand-year dream. Affectionate, affectionate, lovesick. Singing before flowers, laughing under the moon, a thousand miles of marriage. Two of a kind, if the heart is connected, the horizon is close at hand.
Abacus in Qing dynasty
Always on and off, dreaming of you a thousand times. Even though I hate this romantic situation, I don't regret the feeling of tenderness. Prosperity has passed away, and 3,000 weak waters are also barren, leaving only the feeling that the fingertips are slightly cold, chanting to the moon in the air: parting is not complaining, and the past is the most memorable. I am willing to be close to you in this life, feel the temperature of empathy, and join hands in a fragrant curtain in the next life.
Caress my hair into white hair and unite for you all my life; Gaze deeply at the world of mortals, refine your heart, and may you die forever. In a previous life, I thought you were a lotus in front of a quiet window, and quietly caught your eye. You sing lotus poems lightly, but I don't know that my heart, like that of an emperor, has been reborn for thousands of years. In this life, you are my regretless attachment, and I still have deep affection for you, and I have made three lives with a smile.
Qing dynasty porcelain
The drizzle and breeze, whispering the past, moistened a season of spring flowers. If the water is clear, the fragrant ink is repeated, and the light rain is cold and slow. Such as lotus quietly elegant, such as Lan Jingxian. Smiling like a flower softens my eyes and looks back for a moment: a heart sound washes away the dust in the world. A wisp of flower soul, intoxicated in aesthetic sadness. An encounter poured out mountains and rivers. One thought is persistent, and love is divided into life and death.
Ming Che, the spring water, is blue and has poured a lot of heart into it. Finger red dust, after a thousand generations, turned into sorrow. I hope to win a heart and never leave each other. Listen to the flowers, waiting for you for a thousand years. Looking back suddenly, flowers bloom on the other side, and the fragrance overflows the rivers and seas.
Palace furniture
Miss the past, empty as a dream, a deep feeling froze my eyes. A farewell to the world of mortals, a thousand miles of marriage is sad, butterfly feathers are empty, holding a wisp of ink soul and touching a graceful narration, Brigitte Valley is full of homesickness. Lingbuhua, the dress is light, Wen Yimei is fragrant, and the spectrum is long. Tea adds fragrance, and cloud sleeves dance in the moonlight.
Write a few articles and make a big fuss. Jinse string, carved two lingering. The moon dances on the sleeve of the cloud, and the ink dyes the Sanqin. After a thousand years, it tells a dream, and the dream returns to the present, and it is persistent and looks like water. Ling Hua microwave rings the stream yarn. Flowers are not flowers, they are drunk with smiles. A song is hard to break without singing. A pulse of affection, I can't see through the autumn water. Beautiful as a flower, if life is only the first time. There is no hurry in the past, only a glimpse of local conditions and customs. At first glance, it has been ten thousand years. Just like the first time, the moment you and I met, it was always silent. I fell in love with you at first sight. The encounter in this life is a passing encounter in exchange for looking back 500 times in previous lives. In a person's life, dreams will last for a thousand years.
Enamel color in Qing dynasty
In the next life, I would like to be an orchid on the edge of a cliff. I don't admire the beauty of the crowd, but I am familiar with the quiet language. Keep company with mountains and rivers and have fun with the sun and the moon. Whether you will come or not is in my eyes. A glance is worth ten thousand years. I would like to be a lotus flower before the Buddha in this life and laugh at the dust in a dream. Looking back on your past life 500 times, I will grow on the roadside you must pass, waiting for you to dance forever.
I want to wear misty rain, Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an, I want to be together, the blue waves are bright and moist, the showers in previous lives, don't miss each other, for you, this book will do its best to pour out mountains and rivers for you in this life.
In the dream, the breeze is soft, the feelings are long and the thoughts are long. Flying flowers are like dreams, misty rain is like sorrow. Love does not stop, hate does not stop, and the curtain is thin and thin. The moon is like a hook, hooking new worries and old dreams. Brushing tea, singing softly and closing pigeons feel like a boat. Startled, but looking back, half-baked new words overlap summer.
sake
I fell in love at first sight, and then I fell in love again. Wan Li smoke, unintentional smile. But lovesickness takes you. Take a look at summer snacks, a thousand times of sadness. Brush your eyebrows lightly, dress up alone, and be full of vermilion tears. The night is still early, and the old dreams are hard to think about. Sleeping with a curtain and dreaming, a poem is a beautiful chapter. I hope to see where Qian Fan is. My heart is foggy, and I will live and die for ten years.
Zhang, director of the Royal Treasures Museum, wrote in Beijing.
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