A river flows eastward, but it can't take away the sadness of parting. The endless river, in the silence of waiting alone, has become a lifetime of loneliness.
The world of mortals is rolling, who is singing this endless elegy in the independent wind? Dream, go further and further; The road is getting longer and longer. You came to look for the most beautiful vision, but when you gave everything you had, you still didn't find the expected color. So desperate, you look up at the sky and lament the impermanence of life and the indifference of looking at your face. How many ups and downs are ultimately helpless. As a result of keeping one heart, endless years drift silently in the sky, and finally, you know what is a cross that is gone forever.
A sad heart may often get drunk in old dreams, but are those youthful pasts right or wrong? For a long time, if you are always troubled by an emotion, then this emotion will become the carrier of this time. And regret and beauty are things you need to look for all your life. Even if you are confused sometimes, your footsteps will never escape the flowers.
A spring river, two sad feelings, the wind blowing in Wan Li, but silent. What year is tonight?
After a long journey, yesterday will quickly precipitate into history. But every time I look back, I find those old plots, which always make a susceptible heart pounding-maybe, maybe you should turn those past events into faint memories, faint meanings and faint singing.
Memories of the past, whether joyful or sentimental, are, after all, the history you describe; Now you look back, maybe your heart is smiling, maybe your heart is crying, but in any case, there is no reason for you to completely deny this history. Because, these histories have been growing with you. If you string all these histories together, you will find that they are indispensable passages in your youth.
Who knows that there is no shortage of life? Since we have the most beautiful youth, why not choose a new beginning, let that sadness flow like water, and re-express all the imaginary things in our dreams. "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward."
"How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." This word comes from the concubine of the late Tang Dynasty.
There are two kinds of poems written by emperors in the late Tang Dynasty. The first is the enjoyment and luxury in the palace in the early stage, and the second is his mourning for the bullying and oppression he suffered, his revenge on his wife, and his hatred for the country's subjugation after surrendering to the Song Dynasty. Later, because of the death of a young girl, this song was also a masterpiece.