Plum blossom is a clear shadow solo.
The world of mortals has its own infatuation,
Don't laugh, infatuation is too crazy,
If it weren't for the cold,
There is no plum blossom fragrance.
At the moment, listening to this song, I can't help crying. The past is unbearable, and the bits and pieces of memories come to mind. ...
( 1)
Who is eavesdropping on my shallow sobs, who is playing with my sad mood, who is wandering in the lonely midnight. The breeze blows, and my heart ripples.
Outside the window, it's drizzling, just like when I left you. Does heaven know my mind, too? Because I'm wandering, because I'm raining?
Looking out of the window, in a trance, I saw you coming to me from the rain with a smile, your eyes full of tenderness, holding my hand and leaning against the window to listen to the rain in the middle of the night. ...
The wind is blowing gently, and the air is filled with your breath, so you stand quietly at the window, thinking stupidly, waiting stupidly. I suddenly remembered what you said. You said you would always stay with me. Now, I can't find my original self without you.
When I think of you, tears fill my eyes and I can't feel a sigh. Let my thoughts wander in this rainy night, let my sad mood dance lightly in this midnight, but I can't fly out of the world of mortals. Like a butterfly flying in the heart, hovering over the heart, but no matter how it flies, it can't fly out of the cage of the heart and the sea.
Looking at the world of mortals, we are destined to meet and only pass by. You're not my man. I can't pass you.
(2)
The rain and fog are blurred, and the gurgling rain covers my distance, making my thoughts wander in this rainy night. ...
"Ask the world how to teach people to live and die together." I can't help mumbling.
The past is like the wind, I really want to forget you, but your figure has always been in my mind.
Like rainy days, like rainy days, because rainy days can release thoughts and recall the past, and there is sweetness in silence and a smile at the corners of the mouth.
Vaguely see, you hold my hand, walking in this rainy night, letting the drizzle fall, getting wet on your shoulders, smiling at each other and stepping on beads. Breeze blowing, awakened my dream, a broken heart, accompanied by my tears, into the vast night.
Standing by the window alone, I waited for a while and lost in thought. The sad voice in my ear drifted by and broke my dream. Rubbing your eyes is just a dream that you never want to wake up. When the wind blows, I feel a little chilly. I hold my shoulders with my hands, and my tears are spilled and dripped. ...
On a rainy night, all the red dust turned into raindrops and fell with the wind.
(3)
In retrospect, tears can't help but flow.
You can't remember our acquaintance, our words and our vows. Maybe God is playing a trick, but when you meet me, you can only leave me alone in the dark with tears.
I really want to walk in the rain with you on this rainy night and feel the lingering and love of the drizzle. I really want to see your quiet face in this rainy night, and gently close my sweet shoulder in this rain. Very much, very much. ...
Strange, these ideas have never appeared before. When love has become a thing of the past, they taste it alone in such a rainy night, feel melancholy and miss it alone.
Laugh at the world of mortals, dream of the world of mortals. In the end, love is gone and dreams are far away.
Let bygones be bygones, just like a dream, sad.
In the rainy night, I can only let my soul wander in time and space, gently stir my mood with words, and blend with the clear rhyme of Tang poetry and Song poetry in the long rainy night.
Thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of lovesickness, finally turned into nothingness, with a sieve. Leave this sad poem, sad melody, wandering in this rainy night. ...
Perhaps the dream of a thousand years has frozen the years. The plum blossom that once bloomed for a thousand years, you and I met in the dream, and colorful fallen flowers fell over our shoulders. Looking back suddenly, with the plum blossom falling snow, it is getting farther and farther away from me and disappearing into the dream ... the curtain of the dream, but in such a hurry!
Dream for a thousand years, be lonely for a thousand years, be lonely for a thousand years!
(4)
Maybe many things are doomed before reincarnation, such as your meeting and separation.
After separation, I often feel that you are still with me. I often impulsively dial your phone number and then put it down at the moment of dialing. In a trance, I saw you again, as if I was dressed like this tonight, standing alone in front of the window, as clear as me. A person in the cold window, listening to the rainy night, my heart is also lonely and indifferent.
Thousands of years of rain haunted me, and the room was filled with sadness and melancholy.
Maybe you never loved me, but I am attached to you.
"Plum blossoms make people feel sad" heartbroken.
Tonight, without you, I am alone listening to the rain and my sad mood.
Whether love can be reincarnated, when butterflies fly, flowers wither and tragic love between human beings is staged, I finally understand that you and I have no choice. On a rainy night, only my clear shadow is dancing solo, and only my soul is crying. ...
The Millennium Worry of Meihua Lane II
Ask what love is in the world
Only teach people to live and die together.
See how many stories there are in the world.
The most charming plum blossom lane
Tonight, the moonlight is so clear, and the heartstring deep in my heart looks like the wind is clear and the shadow is light, and the moon is clear and sad.
After the wind, plum blossoms that have been in full bloom for thousands of years, accompanied by a little bleak autumn wind, shed red dust and danced with the wind. In the wind, I sigh helplessly, and when a season falls, I can't help mumbling.
( 1)
This is a bleak autumn, an autumn without love. I always like to stand alone in autumn, listening to the whimper of autumn wind, let my heart fly in the wind and let my sadness be written on my face. ...
The same season, the same bleak. Last year was also this season. When you and I met, we always thought it was an accident and a gift from heaven by accident, so we carefully cherished this fate and guarded this glory in our hearts. No vows, no sweet words. Have a plenty of midnight, the slightest miss.
Think of a sentence from Nalan Xingde: "If life is just like the first time, why not draw a fan in the west wind?" It's so popular, but it's easy to change "If life is like the first time, it would be great, and you and I don't have to be so sad about love.
I really want to ask you, have you ever loved me?
I can't wait for your answer. It breaks my heart to look at your ambiguous language. I see. You don't have to answer me. Tears maintain my poor self-esteem.
The moonlight outside the window is like a thousand years, but no one understands the loneliness and sadness of Chang 'e. Too much melancholy has accumulated in my heart, and the wind has passed without a trace. The clear sound of playing the flute in the plum blossom, the Zen by the window and the aftertaste in the dream.
Destiny takes a hand, the moment you and I miss, we can only meet in our dreams in this life and the next.
(2)
"The fragrance of plum blossoms breaks people's intestines, and the fragrance of plum blossoms disappears." I want to leave you several times, but I can't bear to see you feel sorry for me and give up.
Maybe I am the white fox who has been waiting for thousands of years, waiting for thousands of years and being lonely for thousands of years. Maybe I am the plum blossom fairy in the serial, and the petals flying in pieces are my painstaking efforts and tears. Maybe I am an orchid in a mountain stream, and white light flashes from my heart. I'm still lonely and depressed.
I once asked you why you can't love me when I look at you every day. You are speechless. You know, at that moment, my heart was broken, my heart ached and my eyes were full of melancholy.
You shattered all my pride, ruined all my hopes, disappointed me and made me feel inferior. But I can't blame you. I can't blame you.
Who was hurt by "asking what is love in the world"? Who can understand?
After separation, a person will still feel a little painful when recalling the past. Love will leave traces, and I can't pretend that nothing happened.
In the world of mortals, the heart is in the world of mortals. Always trapped by love, hurt by love, and hurt by love. The mind weaves a seamless net, so others can't get in and I can't get out.
Love blooms in dreams and falls in dreams.
(3)
A few times, I sat under the flowers and blew the wind, and the red wall in Han Yin looked into the distance. Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
The vicissitudes of time have made me exhausted and my blood is boiling. Finally, I was slow to respond, gradually moving away from my dreams and returning to the long-lost silence.
Tonight, I close the world of mortals and stand beside Shui Mei. Plum blossoms falling like snow fell on my shoulders, and faint sadness was faintly visible in the shadow. ...
Once, I dreamed that as long as two of a kind, as long as soul mates, God would have pity on me. But I haven't waited yet, but I am at a loss to face the breakup.
I am very tired. Tired of sadness, tired of misty rain, tired of clearing the lights and lonely shadows, tired of words, I don't want to write about you and me anymore. This dusty past is clearly visible in this plum-falling night, and I can't help but write down sad words.
The same bleak season, the same night, changed everything. Meanwhile, you and I were separated. The dim light at night, the lonely shadow. Missing is like a thick cane spreading me out, free feelings and painful fears, in this lonely night.
Autumn worries, plum blossom petals sweep the heart window. Helpless, a thousand years of sorrow is accompanied by the wind, and a thousand years of sorrow is accompanied by flowers.
In this life, you are not the person I dream of waiting for, and I can't dream of you again.
(4)
Tonight, I am full of leisure and falling objects, and the babbling in my dream rings in my ears. How can we measure the distance full of plum blossoms and then recite the old customs?
Nobody told me, and nobody answered me. There is only one thing on my mind, complaining about plum blossoms and accompanying flowers.
Stand quietly by the window, wondering what can't make you love me? The night is thick and the flowers are silent. Aimless thoughts, wandering around, scattered all over the floor.
Such a silent night, affectionate me, can't keep your dark soul, and the night devours my heart and takes my soul away.
Outside the window, the wind blew a faint smell. I can't tell if this feeling is what I want. I just feel that at this moment, my heart is like a stagnant pool without a ripple. All the past events are my distant dreams.
At this moment, I have come out of my dream and all my enthusiasm for you has disappeared. Leave some peace for yourself, and let the clear river in my heart wash away my glitz and my troubles. The soul is also quiet.
Sometimes, I think that if the sky is sentimental, it is old. Why can't you give me more love? Why can't I wait for your smile?
Leaving only a thousand-year-old mind, dancing with flowers in my dream, looking for traces of your passing.
Plum blossoms that have been blooming for thousands of years in my dream are doomed not to bloom for you and me. Plum blossoms with three points of bonus and seven points of shame can only bloom in the heart and burn in the memory. All my thoughts bloom like this plum blossom, beautiful and sad.
The once-whispering affection can't awaken the love of the world of mortals, and the song and dance in the prosperous times make Mei wither and fall into a trace of melancholy in her memory. ...
The plum blossoms in Sanxiang are far away.
Plum blossoms break people's intestines.
It takes a lot of thought to take Meihua Lane.
Plum blossom three lane storm.
Deep in the clouds, the water is boundless.
Night, silent; Rain, lonely and lingering; May, fall into the sea of hearts. The sad songs lingering in my mind are silent and the ending is broken.
Outside the window, the leaves are turning yellow. Every August, the old poplar in front of the house peels off the original green of life, exposing the bare branches in winter and standing proudly in the wind, as if I were helpless. Plum, once burned in the depths of the sea, withered and withered in this bleak autumn wind, with hazy eyes. ...
( 1)
In my memory, August every year is the season when sweet-scented osmanthus in the south is fragrant. I grew up in the north, but unfortunately there is no osmanthus where I live, and I can't see the fragrance of osmanthus; I like May very much, and I have never seen it. I can only understand osmanthus and plum in the text, and I know a little about it, which is deeply hidden in my memory.
I really want to see osmanthus and plum blossoms, but I always have time. What you like can only stay in your memory, imagine it out of thin air, and let it burn in your heart. At this moment, I can only look for traces of your walk in my dreams.
I like wandering alone on rainy nights, banishing my thoughts. On a quiet rainy night, you can clearly hear your heartbeat and see the plum blossoms in your heart. When I am lonely, this feeling will increase unconsciously.
I don't know if summer passes too fast. When I am full of hope and looking forward to the future, summer has slipped away from my life, and you have slipped away from me quietly, leaving me alone. It's boring to sigh alone on a rainy night.
I want to know. Have you seen Mei Kai? Will you think of me when plum blossoms bloom?
(2)
On such a night, I am melancholy, wandering alone in the rainy night, listening to the long rain outside the window. At this moment, my mind is clean, and I am detached from the world. The tangled complex in my heart is far away from me at the moment.
Always tell yourself, be calm, be calm, you are not the only one missing in life. And your shadow is always lingering. I can't throw you into the darkness and never see you again.
This season, I really want to light a heart lamp for myself and let the sunshine warm my tired heart. Therefore, I stubbornly believe that from now on, you and I have become strangers, so that we can be indifferent. All disputes and love in the world have fallen with Mei and the dust has settled. Tears flowed out and my heart went with the wind. Although, facing your shadow, I still can't be calm.
You and I met in August, and separation was also in this August when sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant. Now, you have gone far, my loneliness, my loneliness, together with the wailing elegy, have been abandoned in this sad autumn night, and sadness has spread. ...
Outside the window, the lights are dim and it is drizzling. Looking back suddenly, your figure has drifted away and disappeared in the night when plum blossoms are falling, dancing like rain.
(3)
"As soon as plum blossoms break people's intestines, they try their best to find ways. When plum blossoms are busy, there is water in the depths of clouds." After the wind passed, I got up and closed the window slightly so that my thoughts could not find you.
How many nights, looking at the starry sky, I shed sad tears, perhaps because I have accumulated too much melancholy in my heart. On such a night, there will always be a plum blossom and a trace of sadness. The voice of fallen leaves in my memory, clear and familiar on this night, whispered in my ear: "Who will forget you, and who will think of you?" The distance between you and me is close at hand and far away.
Meikai agriculture, countryside and farmers, you and I have already missed it, and we can no longer sit hand in hand and watch the ebb and flow in this life.
Tonight, the noisy world of mortals has gone to sleep, and the plum blossoms that have bloomed for thousands of years in my heart have withered. On this autumn night, no one appreciates it anymore, and no one is sad for it.
Anyway, flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog. Might as well turn around and leave. At this moment, a biting cold passes through the skin, through the heart and lungs, and the heart is chilling. Thin clothes are always hard to stop.
This August, my heart turned to ashes.
(4)
As soon as the plum blossoms bloom, the flowers fall on the moonlit night; In the second lane, nine long tunes linger between the beams; Sannong, Sanshengshi has been lonely for thousands of years.
In autumn, for a period of time, I always wanted to see sweet-scented osmanthus in my heart, and I wanted to enjoy plum in winter anyway. Think if you want, do it if you want, and your heart will be indifferent after a long time. Just like the rain tonight, it is leisurely, unhurried, indifferent and indifferent.
Looking at the wall alone, I feel sorry for myself and shed tears. After the prosperity, the flowers bloom and the pedestrians cry.
Think of yourself as a piece of red, spring, flower and death. I don't know, but I can't feel a sigh.
You are faintly visible in the dim light. I ask you softly, who do you miss most in this life? Do you and I still have dust? You have been speechless for a long time. At this end, I smiled gently, and suddenly I knew your answer. There is no need to ask or answer.
Vaguely, I don't think about the words "Forever and ever" in Han Yuefu's "Regret for the Past", pledging eternal love and calling heaven as an oath. It turns out that these are just beautiful fairy tales that can't stand the test of time.
Nowadays, it doesn't matter who is right or wrong. Then, I understand that there is no one waiting for you forever in the world. Three stones ago, the disappearance of the afterlife was just a lie.
Life in the future is so indifferent to the past, without passion or romance. Life is just like this piece of white paper, but you and I accidentally painted it pink, giving it a little color. Now the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds disperse. You and I have fallen in love and returned to yesterday's light water. Maybe this is the best place for you and me.
Outside the window, the wind stopped raining. Turning off the light and standing in front of the window, the night is still thick, just like after a thousand years, lifeless and desolate. In the wind, the old poplars danced and the leaves fell leisurely. Deep down, the plums are as lifeless as fallen leaves, and gradually turn yellow and wither. In the past, it bloomed like this plum blossom and withered like this plum blossom.
Autumn is strong, the autumn wind overflows my thoughts, and the past is gone. The plum blossom is three lanes, and the song ends in the end, and the dream is in the distance. That old song still rings in my ears. ...