Bloom is easy to get old, personnel are easy to get old, some are brilliant, some are happy, and over time, they all lose their original passion and temperature. The layers of memories in the depths of the soul precipitate into the taste of a cup of tea, which is slowly tasted and lingering. The blank pages engraved with the years are scattered in a piece of white paper. Read them carefully and have a deep understanding. A lot of prosperity in the world of mortals has been shallowly buried with the pace of time. In the end, washing away the lead gave us a calm mind, a touch of smiling agarwood, and the scenery we remembered all the way.
Looking back disappointedly, prosperity is gone, spring and autumn are easy to get old, and how many people understand vicissitudes of life? When I silently count the excesses of Qian Fan, I can't see the ups and downs of clouds and smoke, and I can't sleep for thousands of times. Sighing the world of mortals, complaining about the world of mortals, thinking about it several times and worrying, I have no language to ask heaven, who will have sex? The night rain floats, the candlelight shakes, and after drinking, there are still a few nights left. Who did you dream about? Clear tears, the bottom of the string pours. Stranger sorrow, cold dew condensation, a piano, lingering, whose thoughts pass through Loulan's dream?
The cream is full of sleeves and colorful. Whose jade tears are drunk dancing all over the world? My heart is like a fragile string, and I caught it. I use a dead leaf in winter to brush away the dust of the past alone. I use my obsession for 3 thousand years to wait for you and meet you in the afterlife. Beauty lost weight, whose hair turned into snow, whose heart remained? Lonely moon, whose dream of Xiaoxiang dust is deeply locked and soft? Add more and leak more, whose incense burner is full of acacia? According to the stars, whose autumn waters look at the blue boat?
Eyes fixed on the horizon, lonely window inclined, invited a wisp of morning breeze to put on record, fell in love for a long time. The world of mortals is 3 thousand, who will solve my worries, and the breeze and bright moon will sweep my worries; A curtain of shadows can't carry thousands of long-cherished wishes, the moon is hidden and the flowers are falling, and the soft eyes are like a pot of dreams. Light love, the rustling wind is silent, and the candle shadow is red and cold. A string of harp, a place of sorrow, the swallow has fallen asleep before cutting the willow, and the jade cicada is singing among the bushes.
A glass of loneliness, a curtain falling red, drunk tonight, don't count the Qian Qian knot in your heart at dawn, if you are disappointed. You have to give your heart to Yao Qin, who is far away from you? Tonight, the flowers shed tears, and the pipa is lightly delivered. Two hearts at the end of the world meet in a dream. There are many tears in your eyes, but what is your mood? Wandering alone in the pavilion, it's raining at dusk, Baqiao is holding an umbrella, the wind is thin and the shirt is thin. Deep in the clouds, Fei Hung-chien is far away, and at both ends of the world, he sends his regards to Jun.
Looking at Shui Mei, I was full of thoughts, singing a song "Time was a long time before I met her, but it was longer after we broke up", cherishing the love in this life, and playing a song of mountains and rivers complaining about others. The moonlight is faint, the book is full of ink, but it is difficult to write all the pain in my heart. Miss the wind, dance sadly, and watch the lonely time all season. How can you sleep when you look back on the past when you are speechless and empty? Bring dusk to court to listen to louder sounds, and a fir tree is accompanied by the moon shadow. My hair is in a state of shock and sadness. When I lean against the fence, I feel homesick and depressed, and my heart is as cold as snow.
The wind lingers in front of the blue window, and the frost invades several layers of dead leaves. Xiao Xie is drunk, the stars are broken, and the curtain is worried about the west wind. In front of the courtyard in the dim rain, the willows are wet and the oblique wind cuts the lotus pond. In the middle of the night, my heart is empty, I raise my glass to the shadow of the moon, and I am tired of sleeping. Half-life red candle tears coagulate, and a solitary moon reflects the painting hall. The silent night is still the thinness of young Zhu Yan, and it will be even more heartbroken if it is delayed. Sorrow is tender and the eyebrows are green, and the ink at the bottom of the sleeve penetrates Leng Xiang.
Do you remember the old words in the jade box? Looking at the magpie bridge, the two idiots are at a loss. Lanting's parting adds melancholy, and it is difficult to give a broken string bosom friend. The breeze is silent, the flowers are in tears, and the water is boundless in the depths of the clouds. Thousands of books's chapter, brocade note to tell the truth. Drink all the resentment from the west wind on the railing, get drunk in Xiaoxiang and have a quiet dream. The drizzle slowly knocks more frequently, the clothes sleep deeper and deeper, the pain shakes the soul, and the candle shadows shake the red dreams. A golden bottle of drunken lyre, two lines of brocade to send rhyme. Thinking silently, thin and faint, gaunt sideburns, full of tears.
The fragrance of the lonely shadow through the window still exists, and it is difficult to find the meaning of words twisted into dust. It was dawn, melancholy and smoky, and the morning mist outside the window wet my skirt. The leaves are covered with frost marks, and the breeze is dying. It is difficult to adapt, my heart is falling, and cold smoke covers the door. A hook Xiao Yue hangs on the eaves of the window, and Huaying has several heartstrings. How to give you a thousand miles of love? Brother Yu sings Xiaoxiang's song alone. The ink is cold, the letter is unreliable, and the purple swallow is at the beginning of the break, which is difficult to send. The diamond-shaped yellow flowers are very delicate, with a faint orchid flavor. A curtain of breeze cherishes the red, and the lonely leaves fall and cause tears.
Autumn insects on the porch are sleepy, so Han Xing is invited to ask what the watch is today. Jin Chaisong, thrush ice, lost the beautiful scenery. Looking at the morning curtain, the breeze blows the willows, the fallen leaves fly, the phoenix tree is yellow, and the autumn is heavy. Walking in the tree-lined, watching the tiny sunshine fall under your feet, a ray of warmth and a ray of freshness are all interpreting the meaning of life. The wind is rippling, the clouds are chasing wild goose feathers, a little disappointed, a little touched, and endless tenderness stops at the bottom of my heart.
A piece of fallen English, a piece of maple red, slightly drunk the beauty of this season. Close your eyes and meditate, calm down, listen to the years passing gently from your ears, and watch the scenery freeze your fingertips. At this moment, what reason do we have not to treat every inch of time in our hands well? Smile indifferently, and gradually understand that the ups and downs of life experiences, gathering and parting, are just to make the chapter of life leave no blank regrets.