A beautiful story always has a poetic beginning.
At the corner of the rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River, the girl's figure is like a cloud, light and airy, revealing an out-of-touch atmosphere, and light and dusty, which reminds people of the "white dew is frost" and the Iraqi people on the water side.
there is no river, and it seems to be separated by layers of water mist, so you can't see clearly, only you can see a smile and gaze at each other, just like a lifetime ago.
The figure of a man standing is like a towering maple tree, and his clear eyes are full of tenderness, like a dignified and beautiful brush calligraphy, which is reflected in people's eyes and cannot be forgotten.
The sky is blue, and the clouds are white. In summer, the rain hits the banana and crackles. In autumn, the maple leaves are full of mountains and flaming. As the days go by, poems and songs are sung, tea is made and the piano is played, and a pair of shadows are left in the winding alley. The path paved with bluestone slabs is accompanied by the sound of water, and occasionally small water drops are splashed.
Meeting, it's beautiful, meeting, it's brilliant, it's exciting, it's gloomy, it's like a sad song. "The flowers bloom, the flowers are broken, and the geese fly high, but they are not returned."
Some people are destined to stay in their hometown, while others are destined to wander all their lives, passing through one autumn and welcoming another.
will she remember the look on her face when she used to be a teenager in blue and cloth? Does he still remember the gentle smile of the girl who was once dressed in white? "The crow warbler is scattered, the flowers are scattered, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard. The piece of red Hugh swept away from Iraq and left it to the dancers to return. "
above the attic, the moon is half bent, the air is slightly cool, and a girl is sipping the moonlight and playing over and over again; Far beyond the Great Wall, the night is long, the bright moon is in the sky, bleak and desolate, and one hand holds a glass and reads the majestic posture of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
Both figures are immersed in a bright moon, but I don't know who is the end of the world and who is the cape. "After years, it should be that its moments of beauty are illusory, and even if it is full of affection, who will you talk to?"
after parting, there is only missing, and one parting is not wide.
In another year, maple leaves are red and chrysanthemums are in bloom. Once a teenager, his face was full of vicissitudes, and his days on horseback were finally suspended. The woman whose eyebrows are gentle and her clothes are getting wider and wider has been away for many years.
Standing on the top of the mountain, I think of the past that used to be turbulent, such as the folk songs played in the mountains, and the faint affection that once whispered in the ear under the moon, slowly engraved in my heart and turned into the deepest brand.
Perhaps the most beautiful thing in the world is a long-haired girl and a dashing young girl. You are unmarried and I am unmarried. From then on, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and an all-consuming love enjoys a quiet life.
as we said, the world of mortals will accompany us, and the wind and rain will depend on each other, and the years will not hurt. In the end, I ended up "xiao yue falling, Su Yunwei, speechless pillow leaning. Dream back to the grass and think of Yiyi, and the geese are far away. "
Life is rainy and rainy, and horses and chariots stumble on the road. Once he went to the border, working hard for a paper fame. Once she held an umbrella to send him away, tears streamed down her eyes, and she cared for each other silently, but from then on, the mountain was cut off, and the beauty was white.
waiting in the world is endless.
do they occasionally take out their treasures and linger in their hearts on ordinary days, and they are reluctant to leave, imagining that one day they will be with the people in their hearts forever.
a roll of acacia is a bit affectionate.
Love in the world is either turning to a stranger or spending your life together. It seems that fate has already been arranged. If you insist, you will eventually find it.
Did she ever paint yellow on the mirror every day, get up in the morning to dress up, and didn't dare to be haggard at all, so that I don't know when to return to the distant people who fought, and did he ride his horse and whip in that year, and fell into a dream of lovesickness?
In the twilight of Qian Shan, the meeting is slim.
Looking back, maple leaves are all over the mountains, mountains are all red, and Leng Yue is cold and pine. Looking back, I once had a deep affection and hated spring night's short life, as if it were a lifetime ago.
I once promised to worship each other under the moon, hoping to get one heart and one mind, and never leave each other. Now things have changed, heaven and earth, nowhere to talk bleak, seeing each other indefinitely, perhaps is the greatest sadness in this world.
Life is just a brush. Maple leaves are red, the mountains are far away and the sky is high, and it is lonely and cold, and silence adds to the coolness. # Emotion #