The grey night of pigeons spread quietly on the Qinhuai River, and the ship wandered in the middle of the night. The light was dim, and I leaned against the railing alone, worried and unable to concentrate.
When Liu Lang is drunk, he is more lonely after drinking, his knife-shaped eyebrows are locked, and all his worries are deeply tolerated. I know, he is thinking about his mother. Over the years, in order to comfort the death of his beloved wife, he took the exam. But he failed again and again, saying, "If you fail, you won't fight wild. Why did you lose your life? " Is it fate or fate? "I put up with the floating name and changed it to shallow singing." A complaint was replaced by "Let's fill in the lyrics. Why do you need this floating name?" Ironically, "I love red and green, have an affair, live a smooth life and enjoy youth." I lingered in Liuxiang, Huajie and ballroom, but he no longer anesthetized his heart all the time. As the days passed, he missed his mother more and more. "Going to get drunk, singing the right wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. This is too tiring for Iraq. " What should I say to such a person who values affection and righteousness? Liulang, Liulang, what should I take to soothe your scarred heart and heal your wounds?
His mother's departure was a devastating blow to him. I wonder if there is a man in the world who is willing to hold such deep feelings for his dead wife, fiddle with the strings on the spindle, gently pick the pipa and slowly float out with a cavity of sorrow. Yesterday, the emperor's imperial edict came from the capital of song dynasty, saying, "Xie Xuan and Yu Ying will enter the palace to wait for driving, and set out one day. There must be no mistakes." I took over the decree, but I was never calm. I know the end of the rebellion, the piano clanked, my fingers lingered on the strings, and the gentle wind gently shook Liu Lang's clothes. "Yu Ying, if you can leave, let's go." Raising a pen is a new word, "Acacia can't get together for a long time. Good day and night, unprovoked, full of worries. " Took the word, changed the pipa, and played silently. Liulang, how can you not know that I can't bear to part with you? The strings were strung a hundred times, singing in a low voice, full of helplessness, and the piano suddenly broke. Looking at the broken strings in my hand, a thousand words are stuck in my throat.
How many times in the past?
Liulang still left, with his pride and talent, drifting away. Half the city is mourning, fame and fortune are cut off from him, but he walks brilliantly and immortally. The phrase "emotional separation since ancient times" splashed gracefully for thousands of years. ...
Iraqis will never forget the fireworks in March, the willow painting bridge and the meeting in the wind curtain.
What can't be forgotten is that in Hangzhou, there are 100,000 families by the West Lake enjoying the smog. The only thing you can't forget is that when you left Jiangzhou, the shower began to rest, and you held hands and looked at each other with tears.
The only thing you can't forget is ...
Tears, flooding, can't stop, I miss Xie, but a weak woman, He De He Neng, lingers among dignitaries with your love, looking at the ugly faces of those "gentlemen", dragging their soulless bodies, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy. Only you gently hold my face and pity in your eyes. In this life, although you and I have never been husband and wife, it is enough for me.
The mountains overlap and Hui Jin disappears. The world will never see the sad face between your eyebrows again. I smile, Wan Wan. Who should I show it to? Don't be dark after the negative, how much time, tears at the Qinhuai side, all kinds of customs, and who to tell.