First of all, Untitled Time was a long time before I met her, but it has been longer since we broke up:
Time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other person's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, just out of my reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
Second, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night:
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Good rain seems to have picked a season, and spring is coming when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright. When you come in the morning, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.
Third, "seeking harmony, respecting teachers and living in seclusion":
Original: the group is steep and green, and it does not remember the year. Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs. Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches. Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
The peaks are steep, and you don't have to remember the happy years when you climb the Moby Sky. Open thick clouds to find ancient mountain roads, and strange trees listen to paintings and flow springs. There are green cows lying in the warm flowers, and white cranes sleeping on the tall pine branches. I talked with forever until the river was shrouded in dusk, so I had to walk down the misty cold mountain alone.