When I read a song by Nalan, I suddenly felt moved, a feeling that I couldn't bear to press it from the bottom of my heart and wanted to cry. "Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window." "Being drunk in the spring is a heavy sleep, and gambling books are so fragrant."
How much tenderness flies in your poems, and how much love is deeply planted in the poems, leaving that eternal farewell. The most beautiful human love is nothing more than a poetic, secular, elegant and beautiful romantic feeling in this daily necessities sauce vinegar tea.
when the autumn wind starts, acacia flies. In the world of mortals, how many people who love each other are doomed not to be together. When the fallen leaves fall all over the steps, the swan goose returns, and only the true feelings, like a murmuring string, pluck a song to remember. Close the window of the heart, let the tears drop down your face, and the thoughts in your heart, like burning red maple, burn in a cold room. Nowadays, I am worried about a thousand times, and I am homesick.
When I am lonely and facing the west wind, the leaves in my eyes are rustling, which reminds me of the past again. Those touching and tender memories are vivid in my mind at the moment; Those gambling books have been splashed with tea, and the mouth has been kissed with fragrant tea, which has once again washed away the depression in my heart. All the beauty, in this autumn wind, in the depths of your soul, dances like a butterfly.
after hundreds of years, you are still standing in the depths of the years like a melancholy prince of love poems. In your poems, the picture of incomparable affection is still in our minds, which makes people moved and laments the infatuation that we can't be together. Now standing on the ferry of time, I once again see your shadow in your poems.
You are floating in your clothes, staring at the world of mortals with a pair of affectionate eyes, year after year. In autumn, when the west wind rises, lovers leave each other, setting off a gloomy mind. That year, Na Yue, that day, you took a trip to the mountain and a trip to the water to send Acacia back. Falling flowers are like dreams, and my eyes are sad. Your dream, no longer a sword of years, has been cut in love.
when the flowers fall, the sad face remains the same, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. In the cold time, only by remembering your name can there be warmth flowing. "Ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die together." Such worries, in the autumn wind, end. It seems that all the flowers have fallen overnight. The wind is blowing, the moon is cool, and a person's loneliness is singing in the river of acacia.
Missing is no longer the story of yesterday, but the unforgettable tenderness in this life. In spring, I went to Qiu Lai, but the beauty was beautiful, and the geese flew over the mountains. My heart is full of fallen leaves, which have already covered thousands of miles of Wan Li. Let the cold wet the corner of your eyes, let your thoughts cross the mountains and make you more sad and haggard.
the flowers are blooming, and a bright moon is still bright in the deep sky, reflecting the bleak brilliance. "The lights are about to go down, the geese are still flying", which is a boundless sadness that only you can understand at the end of the world. You will give a tender feeling to the bright moon. Once beautiful and romantic, all in full bloom in memory, and in full bloom. You are greedy for Zhao Mingcheng's and Li Qingzhao's sweet stories of reading and splashing tea.
However, there are always so many couples who love each other deeply, but their love can't end well. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the Queqiao Bridge, and Su Wu and his wife, are not the same as you and Lushi? "Line service on the battlefield, meet again soon. When you are born, you will come back and die as Sauvignon Blanc. "
You know each other. She is both a wife and a bosom friend. You are an interesting couple in people's eyes.
God covets your true feelings. Fate plays tricks on lovers, but they can't get married. Even if you are congenial, you can't escape the fate of heaven and earth. "Bet on books and splash tea", "Be willing to always be homesick", "Be angry and generous, and talk to Zicheng" can only be in the waiting of the next life and in the dream of this life.
However, in today's world of mortals, how many people really know love? They regard love as a tool of greed, as a child's play, and marriage as a bargaining chip for their success. For their own interests, they could not stand the test of time and finally parted ways. Some even turn love into hate.
some people say that beautiful things often disappear too quickly. Therefore, most beautiful things only know what is precious when they are lost.
Only true love will make us more secure and secure in time. Only true love can make us feel sorry for each other, understand and cherish each other. True love is pure beauty, without selfish desires, such as an empty valley and a secluded orchid. Beauty becomes tenderness, poetry and painting.