Look at the dark lotus under the moon and listen to the clear water. The breeze blows away the closed heart with the moonlight. The unfathomable lines of fate quietly flow through the long river of years. When time brings the washed colors of the world back to reality, can we find a way to roll up clouds in the black and white scrolls on both sides of time and experience the mystery and ethereal spirit brought by a roll of mustard seeds to lonely souls?
She wins the fragrance of water and lotus, and the jade heart is far away. With faint thoughts, she scooped up a big dipper, cooked wine in the moonlight, and got drunk for a night in this quiet mountain river, so that all the fireworks covered by the toad cage could sleep quietly at this moment.
Time flies, the water flows eastward, and in the twists and turns of the world of mortals, the past is in a hurry, while in the time of Fanghua, there is a vague feeling like water passing by. In the dream, flowers and birds are singing, the breeze sighs under the moon, and the willows are messy on the shore of the lake. Who is the old age?
Shao Jing suffers every year, and who is worried about it? In the world of mortals, only the absolutely beautiful international will be buried. My eyes are like frost, and a sigh of pain from the bottom of my heart falls in the ancient desolation. "Read thousands of miles, heavy ChuTianKuo at dusk, awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng Canyue. " Did a song "Lin Yuling" by Liu Yong in the Song Dynasty also infiltrate the feelings in your past stories?
Looking back on the past, did an old man say by the river that "the deceased is like a husband, staying up all night" and beat his chest and told Shao Hua to chase the water? Have you ever said, "I throw away my food bar and cup, I can't eat or drink, I pull out my dagger, and I peep in four directions in vain"? "It's a pity to forget what happened in the king's world and win fame after his death." He didn't talk to me when he was generous, and the disconsolate guest with high aspirations could not pay for his grief and indignation.
Peerless elegance, how can it be compared with the cycle of spring flowers and autumn moon? Lonely geese cross Cangshan Mountain and then go to the vast desert, where the sky is blue and the clouds are long. The ups and downs of life are like dust in the vicissitudes of the world, so what about joys and sorrows? It's just a waste of time. Fate is predestined, fate is predestined, don't hesitate and don't miss it when you think about it.
Years are silent, life is short, and a pair of dark flowers and clear poems are painted in painters' ink, dotted with the dream-chasing life in the misty rain building; Breeze Xu Lai, a clean heart, temporarily threw away the indifferent pity in the back when leaving, leaving a free and easy lintel.
Condensed on the Jinghu Bridge, looking at the sky and the bright moon. How many heartbroken people have been entangled in the world, and how many can come and go freely, drifting with the wind? Years will eventually grow old, grievances will eventually subside, everything will become the past, and finally dust will return to dust and soil will return to soil. At the end of the day, a pile of graves were covered by the wind and sand of the years, covering up the simple life.
The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon. In life, visitors are guests, don't talk about freehand brushwork, don't laugh proudly, get drunk today, put away all the past, put away the loneliness of prosperity and dreams, and turn around and continue to move toward the unknown vastness of the future.