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Light a dim nightlight to sleep. Who will be your partner? Outside the west window, the autumn wind whispers thoughts, and the leaves in the wind are dotted with loneliness. Plain ink notes, written with deep feelings like water, and a keyboard with ten fingers, knock on deep lovesickness and deep concern. How many times did my persistent heart wander before I found you in this life!
Do you remember? In a previous life, you said that the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River and the rainy alleys at dusk made you unforgettable. In my last life, I studied hard at the cold window and watched the sunset alone until I met you, and I was no longer in sorrow; In a previous life, you looked back across the ridge, blushing with a smile, and I wandered back in front of the list. At that glance, my heart blossomed; In a previous life, I waited for you in Jiangnan, where you visited a flower, a grass, a bridge, a stream, a boat and an oar.
The stars are shining, under the bridge, and in the half moon, the clouds are changing your face; The river is surging, the boat goes downstream, the wind is surging, and the shallow waves are rippling with your smile. Late at night, a little less gloomy; Winter has come, and it has increased a little. Looking at the distance, outside your window, is the moon round or missing? Yunjuan or yunshu? Star Can or Star Silence? Under the west window, by the night light, are you still waiting for my floating thoughts with your chin in your desk, as gentle as water and as gentle as poetry? Your west window, far and near, is on the other side of the city, near, in the heart that loves you.
In the colorful past ups and downs, your smile took root in my heart. I write you sentence by sentence in my words, and you fall into my paintings one by one. You are the breeze between my lines, gentle and delicate, and you are the butterfly in my painting, light, graceful and smart.
The night light is full of acacia, and the light music echoes in your ears like your whisper. The mountains outside the window are far away and the water is long, stretching my thoughts. You are the warmth in my heart and the flower at my fingertips. Lines of words are fragrant, and I keep writing about my love for you, accumulating deep feelings in time, and precipitating my story with you in the years.
I open my mind into thousands of small flowers, one by one floating into your window, filling your room, giving you the fragrance of your room and holding up your beautiful dreams!