"Off, off ..."
The familiar sound of waterfowl rings in my ears again. The rippling lake is more charming under the wind.
Just like her. ...
Beautiful face, graceful figure, stroking the water with the current, delicate hands in the evening. She is just the beauty I am looking for in my sleep. She is breathtaking in beauty.
Ironically, the first time I tried to get close to her, I was politely refused. I have always been confident, suddenly lost my direction, lost and confused, dissolved in wine and burned in my heart. For several nights, I couldn't sleep, and I only thought about her. But for the next few days, I was still afraid to say a word to her.
I wanted to leave, but I saw her again before I left. I still walked past the leek like a fairy, and I was still delicate. But I am not qualified to accompany her. I just want to leave this heartbreaking place alone ... When I thought of this, a sad feeling came to my mind, untied the lyre tied behind me and sang a solo song "Beautiful People", trying to vent my depression, but it was difficult to restrain my admiration. At the end of the song, I sighed again I thought: it's time to go.
"That song is Beauty Pity?"
I looked up in surprise. It turned out that she didn't know when she had parked the boat beside me. I didn't know what to say at that time, and I was so surprised that I forgot to answer.
She looked at me with a smile. "Childe, can you play another song?"
"Ask the girl for advice."
After more than ten days, every day when the sun goes down, I always sit by the lake and play "Walking through Leeks" for her, and she starts singing along with the melody. Low-flying waterfowl, water shepherd's purse swaying in the wind, songs and songs echoed on the lake ... suddenly found this place better and more promising than before.
But now, without her, the sunset looks so bleak.
Waterbirds are still flying low there, shepherd's purse is still swaying in the wind, and the lyre on my knee has not been played for a long time. I wonder if the melody it plays is still beautiful.
A gust of wind blew, and the love songs of the past sounded again, for her who had been circulating in leeks and for Iraqis far away. ...
Guan Ju's Rewriting Prose (2)
In the morning, the sky is just a little pale.
The morning dew in late autumn was frozen by the cold wind of Thurso, and it was particularly white.
On the lake, the reed flowers float, sometimes rising in the autumn wind, and sometimes falling on the water, which can't stimulate ripples, but they are helplessly stained with autumn water.
On the shore, there was a man standing alone in the severe frost, looking at the lake covered by reeds, indifferent and lifeless, just standing alone, as if waiting for something.
On the other side, outside the reeds, there is a house, shallow tiles and faint walls. Against the backdrop of dancing reeds, there is also a little out-of-touch taste. Maybe there is a graceful woman who is also out of touch in this house. She may not know that there is an infatuated person on the other side who is willing to protect her for the rest of her life at this moment when the reeds are flying and the silver frost is condensed into a bleak season.
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the middle of the water, are unpredictable. ...
There are so many reeds floating gracefully in the wind, stretching their slender waist. Large areas of frost gradually melted into shallow dew, and the fog rose. He still stood there, with no other expressions and no other movements. In his brow, he showed firmness.
The house on the other side became fainter in the darkness, like a mirage, and it was a real dream. She is in a dream, but does she know?
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, are very close, but still separated by a lake. In autumn, reed flowers float, blurring each other's sight.
Guan Ju's Rewriting Prose (3)
In the morning, the sky is just a little pale.
The morning dew in late autumn was frozen by the cold wind of Thurso, and it was particularly white.
On the lake, reed flowers are floating around, sometimes rising in the autumn wind, and sometimes falling on the water, which can't stimulate ripples, but they dye autumn water helplessly.
On the shore, there was a man standing alone in the severe frost, looking at the lake covered by reeds, indifferent and lifeless, just standing alone, as if waiting for something.
On the other side, outside the reeds, there is a house, shallow tiles and faint walls. Against the backdrop of dancing reeds, there is also a little out-of-touch taste. Maybe there is a graceful woman who is also out of touch in this house. She may not know that there is an infatuated person on the other side who is willing to protect her for the rest of her life at this moment when the reeds are flying and the silver frost is condensed into a bleak season.
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the middle of the water, are unpredictable.
There are so many reeds floating gracefully in the wind, stretching their slender waist. Large areas of frost gradually melted into shallow dew, and the fog rose. He still stood there, with no other expressions and no other movements. In his brow, he showed firmness.
The house on the other side became fainter in the darkness, like a mirage, and it was a real dream. (m.taiks.com) She is in a dream, but does she know?
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, are very close, but still separated by a lake. In autumn, reed flowers float, blurring each other's sight.
The sun has exposed its face, reeds are enjoying the warm touch in the sun, the fog is gradually dispersed, the morning dew is slightly dry, and the water surface is still hazy. He still stood like that, his bright and clear eyes still staring at the other side, and his graceful figure seemed to flash a trace of gloom under the shade of reeds.
And she, standing in the autumn wind, with long black hair floating like a reed flower, looked at the lake in Xue Hai like a dancing reed flower, but never saw those eyes and those regrets again. ...
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, are not far apart, but always miss each other. ...
At sunset.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
He was still standing there, but the shadow on the other side disappeared.
"It's evening, it's time to see the scenery." A faint voice came from behind him. He suddenly turned around and she turned around. She left before he could pour out his love. ...
He was disappointed to see her leave. ...
He and she are always separated by a lake!
He left silently.
However, he forgot to take his heart with him. His heart is always on the other side.
She is the most beautiful scenery in his heart, the season when reed flowers are flying, and one is heartbroken. ...