Guan Ju's Rewriting Prose

The wind is cold, the rules tremble, the willows hang on Leng Yue, and the cold stars are dark. People wake up in the middle of the night, tossing and turning hard to sleep. Where is the white dew cream, cool autumn water and misty mist? It seems to be in the middle of the water. Like a light Yun Zheyue, it drifts with the wind and returns to the snow. Beauty, like Ling Bo, can be found near, but far away. The cloud bun is half inclined and the eyes turn. Bright eyes are like the bright moon in the sky, and lips are like beautiful flowers to bloom. White clothes are fluttering, water plants are rippling, the shore is bright and blue, and flowers are ashamed of birds. Xiu Xiu is full of shadows, a fairy in a light-colored shirt and a passionate Ying Xiao Wo. The rustling skirt is lonely and clean, and it is not stained with dust. The night is in the middle, the morning light is bright and the stream is swaying. In Sandy, the scenery is vast, the white dew is wet, and the trees are full of shadows. I am eager to see it. Jia Jiancai, flowers bloom on the other side. It's hard to speak your mind when dreaming. Wading in water and climbing Xiuyan, I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ferry is frozen and I climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. The fairy is fluttering, and the painter is hard to say. The hidden moon reflects the flowers, and the mind is empty. The gentleman told me that I was full of worries. In the season when maple leaves are flying, I am looking for Iraqis by the water. I only took a ladle to drink, even though the water was weak. In order to find her trace, I went upstream, but the road was long and dangerous; In order to find her trace, I went downstream, but I could only look into the distance silently. Du Kang doesn't know the best, but a glass of wine can't ease his sadness. Who knocked over the old cupboard and caused the world of mortals? Why am I struggling to catch up, but I still can't catch up with her figure and touch her sleeve? Unfortunately, because of wishful thinking. She is not far ahead, and she will disappear in the next second. In a trance, she was by my side, but in a blink of an eye, she stood opposite the water. My sky, rain or rainbow, is under your control. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. It's the stars that turn a blind eye. The furthest distance in the world is that you are right in front of me, but I can't find you. You buried me in the waiting with an affectionate and unintentional stroke. On a foggy morning, dew was still hanging on the withered flowers and plants, and the wind blew with her charm. Looking around, lonely and sad. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Why can't I get close to her no matter how hard I pursue it? Can love always be simple without sadness? Can love be simple without harm? At the water's edge, she is as clear as an elusive fairy, and I am just an ordinary mortal. How can I keep up with her? Frost covers the green calluses, looking through the autumn waters, and mountains and rivers block us. How can I get close to her? After the cool autumn stars turn, things have changed, and I am still separated from you by this seemingly short but never insurmountable distance. "Flowers bloom all over the sky, and love comes and goes. The geese go back and forth, and they don't sleep at the ebb and flow of the tide. At night, the moon is bright and beautiful. A thousand dollars is a kind of beauty. I am used to the fading of flowers, but I am afraid that the cause will disappear. " How can you break a strand of love when you have broken 3,000 pieces of hair? I love Iraqis, always by the water.