Looking at the sky, looking at the sky, from ancient times to the present, or boundless blue, or boundless white clouds, from beginning to end, like the morning light of fire, rising in the east and setting in the west, the moon is full and the stars are sparse, and it has not evolved so far. Things are ever-changing, and time flies. Looking back, it is amazing: it seems that the years have passed in a blink of an eye.
Feeling helpless, lonely, wandering in the world, watching all the vicissitudes of life, being free and easy with my predecessor, let this life be sad and happy in the past, so far this life has passed like water, drinking a glass of strong liquor lightly, getting drunk before the flowers and under the moon, looking back, awakening the fleeting time that has long since left.
The breeze is cold, the night is endless, the wind plays with willows, the leaves hit the path, two or three pieces are withered, the yellow leaves fall gently, the memory is shallow, the lonely lights go out, and the residual stars scatter thousands of miles in front of the window. I have seen through the desolation of this world. Time flies and memories are endless. A teenager, a bitter memory, the same sky, the same land, the same time, the same age, hides a little boy with different experiences.
He persevered in the storm; His parents are far away, and he is not afraid; Lonely and desolate, he has no complaints; In poverty, he has no regrets. The pure and kind heart only leaves a faint fantasy in the cavity, resisting the lonely night of the residual wind. With loneliness, the wind dives into a simple heart. In the dead of night, at the window of my humble abode, it seems that there are often a few faint salty tears, and I smile during the day. In order to decorate the lonely feelings of homesickness in the middle of the night, I can't sleep day and night, for fear that my loved ones suddenly turn around and can't see their faces and describe their sufferings. Is it because he was weak when he was a child, just trying to smile and pretend to be strong?
After studying hard at the cold window for 20 years, looking back on the past, the lost memories are helpless and gratifying, and the ups and downs of the world are also gains. There is endless emptiness, which is the residue of parents' childhood, an extraordinary experience, a rugged path, a lonely memory and a sad tear. Everything is in my heart, and I will never give up.
How many people know the sadness in the process of building a mansion? Behind success, there are always endless tears flowing quietly, time passes quietly, the years are seamless, the past is endless, and the future will never be found. According to the Ming and Qing dynasties, I recalled the past, woke up from my dream, forgot it, wanted to talk about it, and sighed like water.
There seems to be no road around this mountain.
The vicissitudes of the other shore span today.
There will be wine today and wine tomorrow.
Ruthless Ming dynasty
The remaining memories shed tears gently.
Laugh and sigh in the cool place of fleeting time
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