You came from Shanshan yesterday, and today you will leave in a hurry. When can I keep my love in this life? No matter how long this wicker is, it can't tie your flying horse far away; No matter how dense the forest shadow is, it can't hold the afterglow of the sunset. I have never talked to you about the pain of sentimental parting, nor have I said goodbye to you, but I heard a "go" and you led the horse away. From then on, I, who should I confide in?
But the green hills are separated, and the sparse forests are separated. I only see your hurried back and dissipate in the faint fog. The cold sunset sprinkled on the mottled bluestone road, and I listened to Ma Si drifting away in the bleak west wind. Talk about career fame and gold nomination. You know I only hope you can come back tomorrow.
The sky is gray and the distant mountains are like smoke. Outside Bianjing City, next to the pavilion, there is a tent with simple and elegant decoration.
Inside the tent, you look at yourself with tearful eyes and confused eyes. The farewell glass is lifted and stopped in the air, and you are not in the mood to drink it. I put down my glass and sighed heavily. The air was so heavy that my heart was about to break.
Your blurred eyes look out of the account, and the biting cold comes from the branches and leaves of the phoenix tree, which makes your heart tight; On the river bank, willows hang.
Just after a shower, the coolness came with the autumn wind, and the cold wind penetrated into my skin and reached my heart.
It's getting dark and your heart is lost. Lanzhou, which is moored on the shore, urges you to stand up, pick up your glass and drink it off. If you are in your throat, you will stop talking and want to say it. Eyes full of tears, gawking at each other.
The past flooded in and blocked my heart. When you read a subset of Confucian classics and history, you are full of knowledge, so your heart is higher than the sky, thinking that it is easy for you to participate in scientific research. I didn't expect you to be left behind many times, and you can't help but go to jail. * * * "I can't help but change my name to shallow singing." Such explicit remarks angered the authorities, and a piece of paper criticized "why not float your name and fill in the lyrics." Let you have nothing to do with fame. Ci is not valued by them, and talent is not appreciated by them. So you linger on folk songs, indulge in the Chu Pass of Qin Lou, and have a crush on dancers and geisha. In the voices of the singers, "I don't want to be called by the king, I want to be called by Liu Qi; I don't want thousands of gold, I want to get Liu Qixin; I don't want to see the gods, I want to know the seven sides of the willow. " In the past, you found yourself when you were frustrated and your mind when you were down and out. In those days, your mood was relaxed, you stole a temporary pleasure, and your spirit got a little sustenance. But after all, you are a poor scholar, and it is not a long-term solution to stay in Fangqu for a long time and rely on dancers and geisha to support you. So you want to leave Bianjing. There is no one here, so you have your own place. You are so reluctant to part with your lover, who knows who can solve that kind of pain? From now on, you will call yourself "Liu Sanbian" and will wander the world.
The urging sound of Lanzhou reminds me again that your thoughts turn back. "Go away" you mumble, holding your lover's hand and reluctant to let go, as if this release is forever. Looking into the distance, my eyes are blurred, thousands of miles of smoke and waves are vast, and the sunset clouds cover the vast land of Chu. Thinking about this and that, things are unpredictable and the future is uncertain. This kind of melancholy fills the chest, as if breathing would stop.
"Those who feel dejected just left", the saddest thing since ancient times is to leave love. This season is a cold and desolate late autumn season, and the sadness is more intense and unbearable. Where will I be when I wake up tomorrow after leaving tonight? It must be Yang Liuan, which evokes lovesickness. There is a breeze invading the face, and the waning moon hangs alone in the sky. This picture is unimaginable, and I don't want to imagine it. ...
This kind of parting may be year after year, even if it is a beautiful scenery, it is only a nominal scenery. There is no one around in my heart, even if there is Qian Qian's tender feelings, who can I tell?