I am a drop of tear in Li Yu's eyes
Looking at the quiet fence, the cold air is sultry. At this moment, I finally understand what the name I have been calling is. Before my heart is broken, let me take another look at this lyricist who makes me attached to him. What is the difference between the moon thirty or forty years ago and the moon today? These lonely and desolate eyes made me realize that I am willing to perish. The light gauze and mist envelope me, and I am confused by the dream of a lifetime. I will turn his poetic soul into a long and powerful spirit and pass it on from generation to generation.
When the days lose their luster, the five-colored petals also lose their color, and everything just returns to the beginning of chaos.
From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew that I had been calling someone's name, but I never knew what it was. I live in a wonderful place, everything is soft and beautiful. I don't know my master's name. No one calls him by his name. Everyone calls him the Sixth Prince, the Sixth Prince, the Sixth Prince and so on. He has shown off his talents since he was a child and is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. When he was a child, he was happy and carefree, living in his poetic and picturesque world. He had no interest in court affairs and had never thought of becoming an emperor. Because he only has a small worldview and has no intention of competing with heaven for glory, not everyone may be able to understand him. I grew up absorbing the spirit of his poetry. That was the beginning of my pregnancy, when I was confused, ignorant and naive. I walked with the poet for a period of time. It was a happy time after his marriage. His wife is called Mo Huang, and she is also a talented woman. The romance is the manifestation of their talents. The ensemble of harp and harp has left too many beautiful stories in the world, and the talented men and beautiful women wrote the music of the world to their heart's content. I have admired their beauty, and countless people have admired their beauty.
If time can stop, use their beautiful words as a nail to freeze the beauty of this moment, nail it, and turn it into an eternal specimen in the world. But he is a butterfly, his love is a flower, and he is here to find his soul in this life. Such a person who shouldn't have dreams has a shocking dream. Reality and dreams are always contradictory. After we experience the beauty of dreams, they will always stab us in the back inadvertently. His royal robes and his great lyrics destined me to be born soon, because poets and politicians cannot be perfect at the same time.
I finally came to his eyes, and from his tender, sentimental, helpless and sad eyes, I began to gradually understand him. There is still love and romance, but there is more sadness; there is still love between husband and wife, but there is more unintentional betrayal; there is still political failure, but there is more hard work... It is impossible to judge his success or failure, everyone has a yardstick in his heart to measure himself. It should be said that he lived his own life. But at the same time, he also failed many others. She has lost her most loved ones and has not been able to meet Xiao Zhouhou for three years. So where should she send her love? In the end, it was the decline of the Southern Tang Dynasty that made him successful. His destiny made him only a great poet and a sinner of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Politics was declining day by day, and the military was in crisis day by day. All regrets were just dull and had a sharp edge that cut into his heart. The breeze blew into this lonely palace, and the bronze mirror on the wall was blown left and right, as if the ripples caused by the unrest in the heart during the year. The emerald green beaded curtain seems to have turned yellow looking back, and the young man in the mirror has his temples turning white in the blink of an eye. Time promotes maturity, and maturity only means more sadness and regret. Countless times, I thought I was going to drop, maybe I was still waiting for an opportunity.
"Disobedient Lord" is such a ridiculous title. Hasn't he been disobeying orders his whole life? From the Southern Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, from carved jade buildings to small open buildings, the moonlight tonight is so melancholy and charming, perhaps it is time to say goodbye. He leaned on the railing and looked out, feeling the east wind of the small building. Thirty or forty years ago, the moon was no different from what it is now. It was just that the mood of the people looking at the moon was different. The moon in the past was bright and clear, as complete as jade and as smooth as a plate, and as smooth and round as beads. Today's moon is full of blood and sin, and also carries the regret and longing of a generation of poets. It is a drop of tear on the cloud paper, crystal clear. I carry his dream dripping from the exit of memory. I understand that my lifelong waiting is only two words: Li Yu. At this moment, I have no regrets. A lifetime of love has given me the beauty I had before my heart was broken.
I am a tear in Li Yu’s eyes. I laughed last night and remembered the old year in the remaining nights. I took away the beauty of tonight.