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Lights, extinguished moon, lonely night. People, but lonely pillow sleepless. There is the voice of Jiangnan, and there is a familiar song in the distance. Think of Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane, the smell of blue slate, and the people wandering back and forth in the rain lane. Are you still looking forward to a beautiful encounter and the happiness you once had? It's just the trampling of hooves on this bluestone board. Who remembers the past and made a misunderstanding? Being in Jiangnan Tanabata Night is an unavoidable worry in this life. Whose night is the truest and most beautiful dream? It's just a cold rain in the sky. Looking back, the teenager in Yuxiang wandered alone in the rain and cried for a thousand years!
Is there anyone who can make my youth dream fly in the rain lane? Looking forward to some memories, but still looking for the right person in the passionate drizzle. If so, why haven't we met before and can only pass by strangers? Maybe the reality is so cruel.
The flowing water under the bridge is crystal clear, and the breeze gently blows the people on the suspension bridge, smoothing the loneliness like a song. It's like rain in Qingming Festival. But the scenery is like a song, and the happy memories are as silent as yesterday. The boy in the rain lane, who is waiting for him! Just don't know why, all this makes people happy and worried!
The voice is weak, and the beauty in the dream seems to be yesterday. It's just that the teenager in this rainy lane is thinking about his Millennium expectation, but he can't wait for the infatuation in his dream. Shao Hua has been yearning for thousands of years, wandering around the ferry near Naihe Bridge looking for fate, but without results. Years of unsolved dreams, feelings in the heart, who can walk with * * * in the wind and rain? Gu Xiang remains the same, and the sunset disappears. Even if the storm is not far away, it will only be a sigh. Endure to see the world, changeable, impermanent, all fade with time. Some people say that the fate of this life is thin, and raindrops are crazy, dripping in this long rain lane, full of twists and turns. Even if the memory of a thousand years is superimposed, it is just an unfinished wish. Even a passerby at the corner of the rainy lane is just a casual stranger in the wind. Leave a greeting to yourself at most, and no one will care.
I have been in the rain lane in my dream, the most lonely time, and the sunset curtain call, time is quiet and speechless. Autumn wind, life is fleeting, bustling, ending. The road of life is like the change of tide, ups and downs. Origin, dream night, by the gentle moonlight, habitually' write' the graffiti of the soul. Time flies, like water, always wandering silently on the street of fate. My ignorant feelings, however, are like broken leaves with aging appearance, sealing up the past love, leaving only the annual rings still circulating. Looking back suddenly, how many beautiful dreams are fleeting, but the thoughts in my heart are hidden in the depths and I can't let them go. A stinging heart will always think of the past years. Helpless sigh, buried in a desolate place, on the most beautiful inscription of youth, I remember this past without trace. Only I am intoxicated in this lost years, inviting a breeze into my arms and touching that smile. I wasted my life, stumbled and couldn't turn back.
Heart, a cold, years, a flash, youth, a blur, so more than 20 years passed in a hurry. Stumbling experience, before the years bloom, time is drifting away, leaving only washed-up memories, wandering in the gap of time, is it necessary to forget all the feelings I have had? Sleeping wind and quiet night leave a cool heart and a little sadness for the flashing light. The long road of life is full of joy. I hurried by, but inadvertently fell into the red flower array. Vaguely wandering in the dream, but never floating out of this narrow gap. No matter how you look at it, you can't see the end of your dream, and you can't walk out of this long rain lane until your hair is blue and white and you can't turn back.
The night sky, silent, moonlight, still smiling like yarn, in this way, opened a sleeping fairy tale. Spread out this beautiful and antique picture scroll, flow freely, write a painter's painting, flying flowers, inkstone full of green ink, and fill in half a volume of residual poems. In fact, I just want to leave a unique mark, but nobody cares, so I have to stay alone until dawn. Fate is impermanent, and all my efforts in youth tenderness are just tears. Just like some memories, those endless seasons, I haven't woken up yet. This vague memory is like an eternal escape. Perhaps, beautiful dreams can only sleep in fairy tales. After years of baptism, only the mark of parting is left, so pale and powerless. Or perhaps, the initial waiting, the teenagers in the rain lane, only reluctant feelings, wandering in the corner of the world, full of traces. If the rush time is too short, such as the blink of an eye, why can the scattered youth bury the happiness of the fleeting time? Why, helpless loss will make you wake up and have nightmares of palpitations. Whether, those once gentle encounters are destined to turn into the silence of the night. Still, those bleak futures have no footprints. I can't stand the twists and turns of fate, and all my heart hurts can only be said to myself. In the dream, it is interpreted as a parting sigh.
A person wandering in the dark, the years passed, how many years passed, like sad Rosa. Put your heart in the ruthless desert, and you will leave stubborn tears after drying. After time's wiping and years' evaporation, you will close your eyes and leave no trace. A period of youth, in the misty rain of the city, ripples endlessly. Years have never left a gentle pen, vague notes, and memories have written more than half a diary. The heart can't remember, the wandering of this heart. Life that comes and goes in a hurry, like a movie of life, always has a formatted ending. Suddenly, looking at the neon lights in this city and listening to the sound of Xia Feng heat wave passing through the street, only a touch of sadness is left, and endless sadness has nowhere to belong. Counting yesterday's stars, like yesterday's epiphyllum blooming in the lonely night sky, dancing solo in the frosty moment of the cold morning, it is difficult to find love. Finally, when it cools down in a lonely moment, the lonely soul has no home. Really annoyed and confused. I had to write an unspeakable farewell song on the strings of the years, pity those stupid dreams and fall into prosperity.
Years are like songs, teenagers are in rainy alleys, uncertain life, scenery all the way, and there is no noise of the past. Now there is only a lonely figure, and I don't know when I can return to my dream home. In the quiet years, I sang all the way. On this Tanabata night, it is hard to say how to sing dreamlike youth. I don't know when I will come back, which has cooled my heartstrings and my dreams when I was young. ......