Pour yourself a glass of blue sky wine and get drunk with Acacia for life. Sauvignon blanc, long hate, time goes by, the heart is haggard, people are old, and the moon is bright at dusk. I miss you. After the rain, the residual petals of fragrant meteorite rolled in the sad song of spring rain, and the wind stopped whispering at the moment when the flower soul fell. ?
Why bother when the ancient rhyme is drunk and forgotten; Pity the quiet night, the shadows are bleak. We have known each other for thousands of years and love each other in this life; If you can't move, you will have a lot of worries, and tears will flow first. On a young night, string your warm words together and fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, laying a good foundation for tonight's writing. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, dance in the slender moonlight, waiting for the dawn. ?
The ancient rhyme is beautiful, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the dark stars fade away, comforting my heart all my life, and the pale paper tip helps me to be displaced all my life. Walking on a song, smiling again and again, a cloud, a gust of wind, a star, a month, a piece of paper, a pen, a person, a world, facing the bustling world, when I woke up, I was only sad and didn't speak for a long time. Who will accompany who in the world, who will solve whose sad face? ?
If the heart is wrong, what is it? If infatuation can't blossom and bear fruit, what is love for? Hehe, forget your promise, hold back your tears and look at each other. The cold wind swept by and inadvertently touched the flickering candlelight. Trembling, I don't know who put out the loneliness that slipped quietly in the fog On that day, why did you say goodbye and then cut off all contact? It turns out that caring for each other is not suitable for everyone. Let nature take its course, alone, clean. ?
The ancient rhyme of this life is beautiful, and the flowers shake their tears. Don't look back. I'm just drunk for the Iraqis. How can you be as cold as ice if you can't control yourself if you are unfathomable? I will miss a pot of warmth and drink the past; Wandering around the world, just smiling for the beautiful scenery, but not missing this drop, it makes people feel deeply grieved! Where we met, the purple smoke was long, the horizon was broken, and the words were still bleak. If true, if false; I'm stupid, I can laugh. ?
Aestheticism and archaism think of the past years as untouchable beautiful scenery. A wisp of green hair is wrapped around your fingertips, caressing a bright moon for you and sending you a thousand miles of acacia. Your beautiful face transcends the glitz in the red dust. Jiang Feng caught fire, worried about the end of the world, and trivial memories were collected in an unreachable time and space. In the yellowed scroll, there is a poem with floral fragrance. Your hair, however, sneaked into my soul under the encouragement of the wind, and there were countless feelings around. ?
Some people have waited all their lives, but although there is no result, they have no regrets and laugh to death. Some people miss it, choose to forget it and give themselves a relief, so suddenly. Looking back suddenly, youth is quietly eclipsed in waiting. That man has gone far, deceiving himself with a legend at the end of time. I would rather believe that I have never forgotten it, keep it in my heart and bury it in my heart for a lifetime. ?
Ancient rhyme and beauty want to be together, but it is difficult to look at each other, which makes people heartbroken; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; Looking at the sky, sighing the bright moon, lonely and melancholy; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals. ?
We are all passers-by in the world of mortals. I'm obsessed with you? Who broke my heart for me? The vast sea of people, who am I staying for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of the hidden moon be treasured? Who are you infatuated with? Who are you heartbroken for? How many people have never found their true love in their whole lives, and how many people have lost themselves in the search ..... and shed tears at the residual flowers in the sunset, turning the love of their whole life into a drop of tears in the corner of their eyes.
Ancient rhyme and American prose once met in the purest age, were happy in the flashy youth, and separated in the vicissitudes of life. I hope to meet again when the dust settles, just to confirm your happiness and see your smile again, and then, leave indifferently and never come home again. Only a faint fragrance is left, scattered in the changing spring and autumn, lingering and penetrating the world of mortals ...?
What if I leave? Can I see you later? If I go home, will the warmth be as brilliant as ever? I really want to become a quiet cloud. Tonight, in the moonlight as cool as water, I will take a leisurely walk among mountains and rivers, watch a tour of mountains and rivers, and then wait for the stars to fall and slowly recede. Parting is an eternal play, and I am used to giving up. But the most beautiful thing is the branches left behind. Turn around, tomorrow, tomorrow is the horizon ?
When loneliness is stained with the background of sadness, how can the night endure silence? Your fault, my fault, darkened the bright moon, the autumn wind is a bit bleak, how can you not make people cry? On Naihe Bridge, I can't get rid of whose fate is evil. Although there is a string of acacia in my heart, the story is sighing after twists and turns. The city has been a mess, and now you are holding someone's arm lightly. ? From: Qingfeng Yike > Antique Ancient Rhyme