"Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing water, old thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. " Ma Zhiyuan's Tianjingsha Qiu Si has loved this poem for a long time. Once, I read a poem and looked forward to it. I will wait by the water and come to my side with a smile. Looking at the other side, it is the place where flowers bloom on the other side. There are breezes and clouds, small bridges and flowing water, a house and a fence, a table and a pot, the sun and the moon in the pot, and the bright moon window. A waiting person, in the window covered with lush flowers, hopes that love will come!
The streamer is easy to throw people, cherries turn red and bananas turn green. Jin Dynasty "one is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade"; You say: the moon is closed and the flowers are ashamed, and the fish sink and the geese fall. I said: beautiful eyes, beautiful clothes, handsome and charming; Love at first sight, farewell to the end of time, flowers before and after, snow elegance, mutual warmth into the picture, infatuated with the end of the world, curved eyebrows like the sunset, tender as water, for you to point the cinnabar between your eyebrows, * * * words singing horses.
Then, when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world; A moment of smiling at the world of mortals is like a moon in water, a flower in a mirror and beautiful fireworks. Like that rouge tears, rouge tears, but also scattered for a while; I passed by and withered the yellow flowers; I painted the Peach Blossom Garden, but I love it like summer flowers, only Pinellia ternata; Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can they be happy? Gray has gone. In a hurry that year in Na Yue, the dream was shattered like sand, and your vague face lingered, revisiting the old dream, getting dizzy with acacia maple forest and starting to scab. ......
Forget it if you want! Forget the old yellow and green, forget the cold of spring, forget the distant seasonal changes, forget the rustling in the daytime, forget all kinds of things, all kinds of things about you. Whether the heart can be more comfortable, not sad or happy; Without the breath of cool thin, will the heart be like a cloud of water? Without missing, you can be quiet and calm, see the sea as the sea and the mountains, no longer touch the scene, daydream, shallow heart corner, faint cold, so safe, without missing, will you wait silently?
Who whitewashes the silver hairpin again and again? The only trace of moss has shuttled through the river of time, and it is thin and unaccounted for; A wisp of silver hair washes away the past and outlines the fence in the story, but it moistens the eyes and handkerchiefs in last romance. You and I are both in the shadow of the story, and there is no way to perform scene after scene. In the play, however, in the pear blossom white, we pulled away from the fragile branches and stood alone on the stalk of memory, praying for the peach green in spring and letting the net window watch.
As the sun sets, an idea spreads all over the world, refreshing the stream for the warm breeze; This paper is very thin, and it is asserted that the broken-hearted person is pale and strong. That old love is in a hurry, and it has cast a faint sadness, adding a few flying flowers to the courtyard, and cool thin dances in the wind; Sad and sad, the spring flowers are gone forever, Long song's piano is broken, and the thin wind is separated from infatuation. We met the fleeting fireworks in March, but we tasted all the glitz in an instant and turned around and looked back empty!
Gu Teng's old trees are humming faintly, and one person's horizon, counting the texture of vines, you are gorgeous everywhere, but it's a pity that the sun is setting and the years are getting late; I wonder if the bridge of reincarnation has an appointment with time? Swim across the other shore alone, enjoy the warmth of this season, comb the tide of missing in the blossoming petals, look for the shadow of the past year at the peach blossom crossing, pick up the fallen rosary one by one, hang up the curtains of the porch window, and let me lean on the Sansheng River and look forward to it!
Meet again and again, and embroider the eyebrows for a period of time. Since then, I have been an author, sorting out the beginning of dreams, thick intonation, thinking about messages on bamboo slips, twisting flowers to keep warm and painting a pleasant garden; Take this opportunity, rooted in an acre of sunny flowers, fragrant, quietly blooming in spring. Place yourself in it, recall past infatuation, and paint the bright moon and starry sky with missing water and stars. Weave a meteor garden with just you and me, don't you think?
Silent, sitting in the weaving spring rain, falling and spilling an emotional journey, let the melancholy window close from now on, loading and unloading from autumn; Even under the Gu Teng tree, in the lonely smoke in the desert, when the sun sets, I feel warm; I'm willing to wait even if the horse is thin and the wind is thin. In the maple leaf forest in Feng Dan, I want to find the root of my dream, the yearning for the distant crescent moon, the spring flowers bearing my original intention, and the summer rain, which are elegant and rhyming at the end of the lines and sentences.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world; Find rhyme, find the place where Feng Yun haunts at the cape, measure it step by step, and the distance is the heart garden; Ancient storms fly, bridges flow, want to forget it!