The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Adaptation and expansion: Thank you for giving me this dream.
In a blink of an eye, it is already late autumn.
At this time, the cicada's song sounded again, tirelessly, echoing in the depths of the forest that had just experienced a storm baptism. Cicada is sad, and heavy rain comes and goes in a hurry. The setting sun shines in my eyes, with a trace of loneliness, sadness and sadness, which lingers for a long time.
In the twilight, Shili Pavilion still stands, and from time to time, there are residual raindrops dripping from high places, splashing tiny and brilliant spray.
I don't know when a cold autumn wind blows, and the trees rustle, like fairy scattered flowers, how magnificent and bleak. At that time, I was full of thoughts, exhausted physically and mentally, and made people want to cry.
It was getting late, and the boatman repeatedly urged me to start. I thought I had a thousand words to say, but when you and I looked at each other hand in tears, we choked and couldn't say a word. But I understand that there are more words to tell with silence than with sound. These are all words. Time seems to have frozen at this moment.
I will leave you after all. The boatman sailed thousands of miles. I stand at the bow, and you stand on the shore, watching the distance between you and me gradually widen. I imagine a stubborn fish, jumping and swimming to your side. But I am still too timid, and you and I are doomed to drift away.
Looking back on that year, the romantic scenery, the ancient meaning of Chang 'an and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River echoed in front of my eyes, so beautiful and gorgeous. Life is illusory, the world is red and the mountains are green. I still remember the oath you and I made in the ancient Deng Qing Temple, "Hold your hand and grow old with your son". Tears have crossed two thick lines on my face.
It suddenly occurred to me that when walking, mountains are a journey, and water is a journey. There is more wind and more snow. Above the river, misty rain is falling, which hinders my way forward. I can't see the other side of the distance and the dawn of hope. The future is very confused, and I don't know where I am on the way home. Perhaps, your separation from me is the best result. I can't give you anything. If you follow me, you will only be laughed at by others and suffer all the hardships in the world. If you meet a good family that excites you, leave me alone and pursue your own happiness bravely. I sincerely wish you happiness. I think you will be happy.
Xiao Feng slid across my tearful face and stung the scar in my heart. Above the sky, the morning sun appeared, the morning fog filled, and the waning moon was looming. When I think of Yang Liuan waking up last night, no amount of wine can make me miss you. Your eyes, your smile, have long been deeply imprinted in my mind, always grasping my heart and making me miserable.
But I just want to be with you. If life is a dream, the years have passed and the prosperity has passed. Even if there are beautiful years and thousands of scenery, it is useless, not as bright as your smile. Without you, the world of Chefeima Dragon instantly turns into a moment, and the stars turn into dust; With you, even if it is an isolated island, cold temples will bloom everywhere. Why is God so unfair? You will always be an island, and the other side is blooming. I'll never get ashore.
Looking back suddenly, a prosperous encounter came to an end at the moment of turning away. From then on, two flowers bloom, which makes you and I look haggard, but only a sigh, which makes Xia Feng bleak in spring, autumn leaves and winter snow bleak. Perhaps, you will remember the silhouette of our ribbon, and I will miss that branch of flowers. However, since ancient times, sentimental people are always sad because of parting, but it happened that we broke up in this cold autumn. Even heaven doesn't want us to be together?
The flowers on the other side are unbeaten, and the years are like heartbroken. However, in the future, you will have your own life, your own poems and the distance; And I will continue my wandering journey, chasing the sea of stars in my dream.
Peach blossom rain is like a dream, life drama and youthful amorous feelings will eventually become a thing of the past. How many times have I thought of "Seeds of Love"? The young man with vigor and vitality rode away with the wind and swept her off the horse. From then on, they rode together, and now and heaven remains our neighbourhood. However, fate is ill-fated, and splendor changes. You and I have our own lives, but there is no boat to cross in the middle of the water.
The willow tip is wrinkled, the hair is white and the heart is hot. Dear girl, thank you for giving me this dream. Even though you and I are thousands of miles apart in Qian Shan, I still believe that when all the dust settles, you and I will return to the origin and go to the end of the world; When the mountain flowers are blooming, you and I are intoxicated in the snow-covered flowers in that northern country.
In late autumn, may you be safe.
(Note: The pictures are all from the Internet; The article originated from the author's own essay with full marks, which was revised and improved. )