The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
After autumn, cicadas cry quickly and sadly. Facing the pavilion, a sudden rain just stopped, and it was in the evening. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. After a long time, (people who love each other are no longer together,) I estimate that even if there is good weather and good scenery, it will be the same as nothing. Even if there is full affection, who will tell? !
Qiu Chan cried very sadly and went to Shili Farewell Pavilion. As soon as the heavy rain stopped, the sky was full of heavy twilight. There is a farewell bill outside the city, and I have no intention of drinking. Unable to bear to say goodbye, the boatman untied the cable and hurried him. Hand in hand, eyes relative to tears. The words in my heart are very long. At this time, I have nothing to say. Look southwest. Thousands of miles away in Jingchu, the water waves are misty and the twilight is boundless.
Throughout the ages, many lovers are always sad when they leave. Who can bear, in this bleak autumn, a pair of lovers broke up alive! Where will the ship stop when I wake up tonight? Presumably, the autumn wind at dawn is chilly, the willows on the shore are rustling, and the waning moon on the horizon is bent like a hook. This trip has been wandering for many years, and even if there are beautiful scenery every day, I have no intention of enjoying it. Even if it is, tenderness and sweetness are at hand. Who can and who can give up their hearts?
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Liu Yong writes more slow words and is good at narrative. This word shows the farewell scene of the long pavilion when the author left Beijing for the south. The final farewell film, from the rain break at dusk to the farewell of the capital, and then to the farewell of the blue boat, looked at each other with tears and held hands, describing the farewell scene and the farewell modality of both sides in turn, like a dramatic song with a story, showing a sad scene. The next movie tells the story with the word "read" and envisions other scenes. Affectionate since ancient times, can be ignored in the clear autumn season. Read Where to Go for Night Wine, Yang Liuan, and Xiao Feng Canyue. The last two issues are cold-eyed, and the last two sentences mean "tonight". ""Where will I wake up from the wine tonight? "A song" Zhang Yin "is remotely connected, which shows that although I am" unintentional ",I still drown my sorrows by drinking and get drunk." Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng, the waning moon concentrates on a series of images that are easy to touch and leave, creating a desolate and desolate realm that cherishes people. Below this, we can express our feelings, write straight, not too heavy. From tonight on, we think of the years, the smoke from a thousand miles away, and who we are speechless to. The time we expressed was long before I met her, but it was a longer circle of endless concern after we broke up.