I see all living things are covered with vegetation. I only see that you are a green hill, which means that I only have you in my heart. Water lines are precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is a night off. From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. From Li Yi in Tang Dynasty. People in the world will always reminisce about the past in front of the window and under the moon, and so will Li Yi. One night a thousand years ago, he lay quietly on a bamboo mat with water patterns and looked at the deep courtyard through a small window. In the moonlight, a bend of clear water rippled gently in the evening breeze, just like his yearning for her, silently.
He still remembers the vows he made to each other on the day he left, but now thousands of miles apart, the old agreement is instantly lost. The past has gone by in the breeze of time without a trace. How many nights he woke up from his dream, and all he could think about was the woman who left her many years ago.
Time flies and the years change. Time has struck a chord with everyone. Every breeze blows, and every night when a bloom falls, this heartstring will be quietly plucked. Only the heartstrings played for love can touch the depths of the soul most. Throughout the ages, love stories are hard to say. How many people love and hate, like crazy. I don't know what happened, but it was deep. Similar year after year, different year after year, can't stop the pace of time, but the love words in my heart are always in my heart.