In order to wait for you, I wrote every season in my poem and between the lines of the years. Peony withered, I planted lotus, and the lotus was defeated. I planted roses, and the roses fell, and I planted plum blossoms. I just hope you can come back after stepping on incense.
A cup of tea, a poem, the tea on the table is from Longjing to tin cans; The books on the shelf have been turned from The Book of Songs to Song Ci. The rain outside the curtain changed from dripping to pouring rain. Miss began to get wet layer by layer, and I could only watch it moldy and rotten. I can't take something out of my heart and do it boldly. I can only wait for the flowers to bloom in my dream and look at your shadow.
I am in the station, you are outside, and we are always separated by a realistic distance. The legend in the story is dimmed by bright lights. None of us can change the fixed pattern. We are past the age of violating everything for love.
At that time, the youth I wrote for you, my touched heart, my expressed feelings and my cherished memories can only be quietly recalled in my dreams.
Later, I never found your parting direction. Green radish, bypass the windowsill. I seem to see you coming to me again with a smile at the end of that dream. In a trance, what is holding you back? In the dead of night, my outstretched hand can't touch your figure. The moon shines like a grain of rice among willows. The ink I dipped in can't drop a decent line. I feel very confused, and my heart is always confused when I miss you.
Outside the window, it is already green, red and thin. In early summer, willows are depressed; The mountain is full of flowers. I put my hand out of the window gently, grasped the tenderness of a wisp of wind, let it go gently, and my fingertips were slightly cold.
At the end of the night, when you look back, you are always there laughing and saying nothing, just like before.
If you come from a dream, I will pick a white lily of the valley and put it in your palm. When you close your palm, my heart will be closely combined with you. When you leave with light steps, I will also give you the most affectionate gaze. This gaze is not loss, but happiness. Even if the real world is barren and sad; Dream of your world, mountains and rivers, flowers unbeaten.
I often tell myself that you have gone far. You left in such a hurry that you didn't even have time to say goodbye to me But fortunately, at least there is a concern and expectation in my heart. The dream you left behind is still charming in time. The blossoming waves paved an alley full of flowers. And you will walk down the lane full of flowers.
If you come from a dream, I will open the crystal curtain and let this thousand miles of tenderness fill your world. From then on, a person will grow old.