Looking around, the grass grows and the warbler flies. In retrospect, poetry is refreshing. With your days, there will be tenderness. I silently packed up the bits and pieces of acquaintance and put them in my heart. Accompanied by the beautiful melody, I am full of ink and wash, which flows into a clear spring and moistens the seedlings in the poetry field. I hope that one day, I will miss the sky and my poems will shed endless warmth. I don't know which star or flower you are, but I know that you are not far from me, looking at me stupidly. Your gentleness is an interpretation of caring for each other, not talking about distance and never giving up. I clearly feel the arc of happiness close to your lips. I quietly implanted this classic picture into my heart. I use warm vows to nourish your happiness, eradicate your melancholy, ignore the rush of time, and get along with you in a leisurely manner.
I remember you said there were countless temptations in the world, but you didn't care. In the vast sea of people, I was alone, singing, but I never forgot the station where I left, because there was my heartfelt sadness. I thank God for arranging for me to meet you. During this period, although my heart is full of twists and turns, when I wake up every night, your smiling face will emerge in front of my eyes. No matter what kind of storm, you will be in my heart forever, the only one in my previous life. You said you were willing to drink for me all my life, and I said I was willing to stay for you all my life. When I remember each other, I have no complaints.
Fortunately, in that season, we were lucky enough to meet. We rehearsed on the stage of Ci and performed an unforgettable spring blossom. You gave me the most unforgettable memory in my life with a gentle poem. You said that as long as I accompany you in my life, I said that I would like to accompany you in my life and write the quiet beauty in light and shadow together.
Every sleepless night, I think of you, and I have everything. Do you think we were related in a previous life? You owe me a lot, and this life is to pay your debts. So I will devote my whole life to tenderness and give me a bright future. Your love turns into a warm current flowing in my heart; Your love drowned out sadness and hesitation. Do you remember what we said in our last life? Do you remember the next post office meeting? You said that you and I will always be each other, don't be passers-by in life. I remember that every time we meet, we will silently enjoy every warm hug. Looking at the silhouette outside the window, on the title page of youth, I wrote with tears, never leaving, and staying with this life.
Cherish it when you meet it. I really can't imagine it. If words do not bring us closer, if there is no tenderness in your eyes, you may still wander in the corner of the years, and you may never find love. When we meet, don't leave, let me accompany you to write poems in the wind, let me accompany you to look back and stare in the rain, dilute the mountains and waters, compose your meeting with me into a swan song, and put April flowers in the gallery. In this life, only one person is happy and one person is sad, and we will never regret it.
Only I can understand your heart. You said that you care about my words and deeds, and your world will be colorful because of my existence. You say I am the sun in your life, and I say you are the eternity of my years. Every look in your eyes warms my heart. Your love has already turned into a stream flowing in my life, which will never be exhausted, enriching the two sides of the strait, green and poetic, and your singing has played a heart-warming rhythm. Your nonsense makes my dream no longer bleak. It's really warm and pleasant to miss. Your smile is the most beautiful poem in my life.
Every time I look at each other, there are surprises in my blood. I will remember your every bit by heart. I have hidden myself in the corner countless times, and I dare not disturb the twists and turns in your dreams. I can only hold my breath and think of you quietly. When I walked out of the corner and spread out an ordinary piece of paper, I put my heart in the ink and carefully drew your smiles one by one. Knowing each other, and heaven remains our neighbourhood, knowing each other, winter will also be filled with the poetry of spring. I don't want to miss the flowers in Lijiang and pick up the scattered flowers. Let me sincerely look forward to walking into that long-lost poetry with you and me.
I know that there will always be some past events in my life that drift away with the wind, but those stories about you have already been implanted in my chest, and I dream about them every night. Once we met, we took the wine brewed by words and drank it freely, so that our hearts would be harmonious. Let's take everything in the past as a landscape. I cherish your concern and your love. If you go all the way, love will never end, and love will be rich in every position.
I will always inadvertently remember the original beauty, and the words with wet ink still exude meaningful flavor. You frown and smile, and I am holding the skirt, relatively speechless, but I know that this scenery is unique. With a touch of tenderness between your lines, I walked into this spring, silently reading your poems with tears, opening two hearts and enjoying the moon with you. Countless silly thoughts, if the years are no longer gone, I would like to accompany you to travel all over the rivers, accompany you to a song of tang style Song Yu, and linger on the bank of Lishui with a touch of fragrance.
Whether you see it or not, you have never been unfamiliar for a moment. Whether you stop or not, you are the scenery that will never fade in my heart. I miss you so much. You are the proud snow plum of my life, smelling your fragrance and intoxicated my whole life. As long as you and I work together, we will stay away from the darkness. As long as our hearts are harmonious, the world will always be spring. I passed by your window with the nostalgia of my previous life. I took off the sadness in your heart, planted a rich fate, and my heart stayed for you. No matter how things change, my lovesickness remains the same.
Along the way, I don't think about whether the road ahead is tortuous or broad, and whether the sea is a turbulent Zhang Kuo or a vicissitudes of life. As long as I have you, I will choose to be strong. As long as I have you, I will be your unyielding backbone. Your years are my best days.
If you think too much, the flower of love will never fade. If you think too much, your world and mine will not be desolate. If you think too much, you will splash ink and stay fragrant to reward guests, and drink too much manna, which will do no harm but benefit, and decorate every year. With you, no regrets, love will last forever. I want to put wings for you, accompany me into the dream scene, accompany you to watch the sunset, take time off, fish, look back at the three mud houses, join hands, dream of Xiaoxiang, love and everlasting.
If you don't come, how dare I get old?
Gently lift the veil of spring, invite a flower to show, eyes can't hold the falling sunset, so I have to reach out and hold up a touch of sunset, an inkstone and ink, and write down my deep concern. Xu Si read a piece of quiet, sad like tea, and stopped this season's fallen petal.
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The pen and ink that just woke up seems a bit lazy, which explains the legend in an understatement. There is a mystery between the lines, with a long-term hope, which is irresistible. The moon is hidden, the stars are sinking, the wind is over, and you are happy. At this moment, who can understand the poetry of stopping and staring?
Standing on the windy ferry, banishing thoughts, the red in the water, holding a touch of pain, a touch of warmth, patting the shore, tears falling from the palm of your hand, flowing into the clear spring, with polished attachment, entering the green season, singing a song for you, countless expectations are derived from dreams.
The sky is blue in April, and the wind is light in April. The cycle of the season ushered in the grass growing and the warblers flying, the flowers blossoming and falling, and the flowers were a poem, swaying gracefully in the wind, which interpreted the mood to the extreme of joy.
Quietly lit a bonfire in my poetry field, and warm and budding love words dispelled loneliness again and again. I believe that only you can understand the mood at this time. Gradually full of thoughts, holding the tenderness of sleeping, we will wade through Qian Shan, arrive forever, cross the time and space of love, and sing a bodhisattva song in your heart and mine.
My eyes catch the sadness of spring, and my heart melts into tenderness. How can we forget the beauty of acquaintance? My heart is occupied by your figure, and I can't hold it any longer. Whenever night falls, your smile always appears in front of my eyes, and every time I chew the past, it is sweet.
How many times have I looked at the water town in my dream, touched my heart, walked into my dream hometown, and wanted to walk into a place where flowers bloom. Acacia blooms in the branches, picking up the poems written in tears. Only you can read the sadness and love that you can't give up. So far, I haven't had a chance to come to a rehearsal, so I have to hide in an empty corner, write poems for you, write poems for you, and push sadness into a green pond with a touch of pen and ink.
I remember someone saying, "Words speak from the heart. Why are my words just blooming in the deep roadside?" Do you know that?/You know what? I am waiting for the day when you arrive. I don't know how far that day is. For a day or a few years, I don't care, don't talk about loneliness, and write persistently. If you don't come in this life, you will quietly fall at the corner of the years.
Countless times I dreamed that one day I could look up to the sky and always thought I was broad-minded, but I knew all this was far away from me, so I had to walk on the edge of pain and happiness, just because my soul could walk in a free country, roll curtains in the west wind, accompany you in my dream, * * * go to Jiangnan in my dream, open a floral umbrella for you, join hands, find a paradise, fly together and be a couple.
It's a pity to meet with fate, but there are too many fetters, and the lonely soul bears endless feelings. Every time we meet, the pity in my eyes touches my heart. I have thought for countless times that whether the sea can become a mulberry field or not, I am the truest self. Even though I have suffered a lot for this fate, I still choose to persist! Treat yourself with indifference. Even if the world is like the wind, you won't forget the soft beach and the clear footprints of you and me. In the distant place where Tianshui is connected, whose clothes dance with the wind and whose flute is light, holy and graceful.
Tonight, the taste of memories has just faded. I hung the curtain of my thoughts and opened the past books. Loneliness and temperature still exist. When the manuscript was wet with clear tears, I waved and wrote a line. If you are well, it will be sunny. With the imagination hidden in Loulan, I gently described your dark eyebrows, climbed the orchestral in poetic spring, looked at those small seals, wrote a blooming flower, and two hearts settled in Jiangnan.
When the wind blows away the clouds, I weave the nylon of the years with my heart I want to use a flying song to dispel your long loneliness. There is no right or wrong between you and me. Just remember to cherish fate. Since I can't grasp the arms of the years, let me plant a touch of softness in my heart while accompanying you to grow old. Perhaps many years later, we have all aged our faces, and in the twilight of our lives, the road when we look back is still fragrant.
It may be that the road has gone too far and the mentality is inevitably vicissitudes. It may be that I have seen many things like the wind, and I have walked calmly in my heart, and I have a deeper understanding of what true feelings are, and I am always moved by them. I often stroll along the ten-mile corridor, and the beautiful melody echoes for a long time, gathering a poetic fragrance, bathing the coolness next to the pillow, letting time drift, letting shadows mottle, and letting pen and ink dip between the lines of poetry.
Make a wish silently in your heart, and you will take care of this love for the rest of your life. How can I forget my smile, how can I easily forget the joy in my heart, how can I forget the fragrance in time, store, precipitate and close my eyes with a calm smile? How I want to be closer to your dream. If you are a water lily, you can't bear to talk nonsense, for fear of disturbing your infatuation, put a love on your pillow, hoping to leave you unforgettable warmth on this spring night.
It was drizzling in April, and several pots of Chinese rose bloomed on the windowsill. I don't know if this is the love you planted in your last life, and you were fascinated in this life. I have always had a dream to be a backpacker and go to a distant world. I will give the pen and ink in my hand spirituality, send you a little tenderness and let you fulfill your promise poetically. If you don't come, how dare I get old?
At the moment, the wind is knocking on the window lattice, and the rain is calling for a better past. Write the emotions in my heart as classics, and your experiences as legends, so that we can always laugh and sing.
In every dream with you, I smile at each other and repeat my vows. If you don't come, how dare I get old?