The naked emotions were bleached by the violent storm last night, crumbling, and dancing with the wind.
And I lean on the August wind, looking up with a distant expectant attitude. In the depths of Jiangnan, the misty rain pavilions of the past, the winding paths of the past, the footsteps of wading in the water, and the silent dialogues have all disappeared. Submerged in the passing wind. The search in July has gone away. tell me. How should I celebrate the coming August?
Will the emotions dancing in the wind be filled with the dust of the world on the branches of the season, the maturity of vicissitudes of life, and splash a crisp reminder of the past. Those red and loving eyes caressed the lonely wind, gently thinking that the fragrance is still there in reincarnation, and I am willing to dance a prosperous life for you throughout my life, and say goodbye to the Li Ge that has been filled with tears for many years.
Do you know how many August winds will pass by in this ups and downs life? Blowing up the ripples of lovesickness in a lake, blowing up the flying catkins, and waking up Mengyi on the half-arch bridge.
Do you know that the ups and downs of emotions will go through many Augusts of ups and downs. The footprints of the moonlight are washed away like water, the strings of the pipa in the depths of the south of the Yangtze River are broken, and the half-closed windows are blown.
And I know clearly that when a pole floats out leisurely, it stirs up the lotus-scented egret, and the gentle lotus seeds flutter in the wind. Make me a wish, the lingering love that comes when we meet in that month of that year, and the eternal expectation of the next tenderness in the coming year and this month? !
The wind in August is no longer so gentle, but has a silent irritability, and is even wrapped in painful rain. Do you know? The heavy rain pounded, pouring out the bitterness of the heart, and the hut deep in the green mountains and green waters reflected in pairs under the orange light; the thunder crashed, breaking the strings of the clinging song, intermittently and urgently, I mourned you and my Jiangnan, and began to worry tactfully about the deep and shallow journey, and the bright return date.
The July wind and the sweet fragrance seem to have never gone away, but the August wind has quietly arrived. I don’t know, I really don’t know, in July, the fragrant back attracted too many of my searching eyes, and how many persistent days and nights it took for my tearful eyes to become clear. That tells me how I can get out of this season of sadness. Smiling at the tiny spider, leaning on the August wind, swaying and weaving a warm web, facing the new day with affection; hoping to stay side by side, listening to the sound of flowers blooming and falling as the sun rises and sets.
Actually, I just want to tell you that in the August wind, there is the beauty and hot heartbeat that you and I are looking for; the August wind travels through time and space, blows on the face, and agitates The yearning deep in the soul. Let's be affectionate together, talk about romance, and feel sad.