Separated by a mountain and a water, you are my hometown that I can't go back to, and sit with me on both sides of time.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom there, and the sky is full of rosy clouds. You smiled indifferently, but I'm still here watching. I look like a fallen Englishman.
Rain proves that I Buddha smiles clearly. Love is so prosperous and lonely.
Stand up, then sit down and know that there is only a cup of tea with you. The end has come to me, dormant.
A rain in May, ten minutes, may not be enough for a lifetime, but it is enough to grow old together.
The sky in May is full of green glaze, and your porcelain skirt flutters with the wind. There is sunshine everywhere. You can pick one up and put it on me.
Hand and say, "I love you!" " "Three words, I was hit home by you. From then on, the heavy shackles carried my dreams.
Knowing that there is no hope, but clinging to the only persistence, thinking that you can wait for the most beautiful scenery after all.
If youth can bet, I have put all my chips on it, just waiting for you to open the cards for nine days and ten places to show me the last one.
Win or lose. Who knows, you left halfway, your sleeves tilted with Changfeng, and you screwed up the gambling. Nobody sits in the village. This game is like March.
Peach blossoms, strewn at random on the lake in May, are scattered all over the lake.
So I re-examined fate to see how it wrote this story. As dusk falls, the clouds on the horizon become darker and darker. People go, tea comes.
It's getting cold, too. The bright moon wades through the water according to your back. Ten feet of red dust is dotted with splendid flowers for you, and thousands of hibiscus clothes are dotted with Hanfu for you, but you are actually
There is no review, so I can easily go through the vicissitudes of life.
Open your palm, the sun is very thin, just as you promised. I love you so much, so I hope you can combine your tears with your promises, so that you can last forever.
Seeing tenderness, I didn't expect time to foreshadow your smile, and the wind and sand blew all over my sword.
Kill a comeback and put me in danger of never turning over.
I didn't have the courage to cry when I was crazy, but I saw the sandstorm in Wan Li when I fell to the ground. Someone is writing a book with a heavy wrist.
A line of words: "Jianghu forgets each other." Cinnabar is like blood, shocking.
Forget it, talk easy? By the Yanshui Pavilion, you tied my heart knot with a blue silk sash, and the water in the south of the Yangtze River flooded your eyes.
You are the source of my life, nourishing my dry sight and softening my hard scab. It is better to forget yourself than to forget you.
But at night, as scheduled, the winter wind replaced the fireworks in March. Looking around, I was the only one at the big table.
One person, empty right, a cup of herbal tea.
I can't help forgetting it.
Ok, just leave like you, find a bluestone under the bodhi tree and watch the vicissitudes of life.
You have reached the other shore, with abundant water plants and peach blossoms in full bloom, which means it is raining, and there are also some concerns about the breeze. I can only do
I want to get up and leave, but I still can't synchronize with you. Actually, have I synchronized with you? The love of a cup of tea will accompany me all my life.
And the temperature of this tea, from warm to cold, in an instant.
You put pen to paper, turn around and pick out the gobbledygook of youth. I am a weed you can't recognize, just a thread, you are quick.
Write it down and turn it over. Once again, maybe many years later, before you see it clearly, it will be quietly rewritten by the broad and harmonious Wei Ti.
Splashing ink is so easy, so unbearable.
If memories can be drunk, the past can be a hangover. Wake up, the sky is still sunny, the wind is still clear, and the time is two o'clock.
Shore, after all, you can't hang it with a reed. I know your heart.
Needless to say, I will forget you in the rivers and lakes, drink all the vicissitudes of life, eat all the fruits of life and make all the clothes of the years.
Turn around, turn around quietly, and then leave.