As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
Hope to meet.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
She does.
Lilacs have the same color,
Fragrance is the same as Ding Xiang.
Ding Xiang is a kind of sadness,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and resentment seem awkward;
She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Quietly, quietly,
Cold desert, sad and clear, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again
Too much eye light,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad as a dream.
Like floating in a dream
A fragrant land,
I passed this woman by;
She left quietly, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Fade her face,
Break up her powder room,
Disappeared, even hers.
Too much eye light,
Ding Xiang's melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
The story happens too suddenly, which will make people hallucinate.
The story of spring is too short, too short, so short that people will be afraid, and then they will suffer. Welcome the beginning and end of the rainy season.
Spring blossoms are a lie.
It is a good wish to fantasize about seeing the shadows of some flowers on the steps where the moonlight has sat. In the dark, when your cold hands brushed, you frowned and looked at the lake, and your thoughts froze.
The cycle of the Millennium remains the same. In warm spring, there is always a colorful world and a trace of indifference in the wilderness. Who blew away the mist, let the songs cross the earth, and blew the trees by the river and the moss in the courtyard green?
It's just that the flowers don't bloom.
There is always hope, which is the dullness left to Qianshan after Qian Shan's thousands of waters; There is always hope, which is reserved for happiness after vicissitudes.
Hope is the leaves in early spring, between green and not green.
Night is a lonely name.
The red candle blew the horn for a period of time, and the sky suddenly darkened into ink. There are two hands stretching out of history to pick up the falling snowflakes in early spring.
Waiting is getting weaker and weaker, and it has become a yellow flower in the yard.
There is always music breaking through the empty night. At a certain time in a certain month, a flower blooms, which is a kind of beauty called spring. On a cold night, I cry alone.
Who is standing in the classical feelings, all the colors are blurred, only your dark eyes.
Beauty is taking care of yourself when you are desperate.
The night party is a body of water that drowns everything.
You woke up, but I was drunk. We met and passed by.
A relaxed smile in spring is the beginning of a play.
The desperate flowers bloom and fall, together with the moonlit night, to an unknown ending.
There is no sunshine, only shadows, mumbling on the windowsill. As soon as the light blue melancholy reached out, she gently dragged a few clouds into the room. In an instant, there are flowers whispering.
This is a flight. As we all know, it's candy, EULAN SPA01's purple dress. Love is a serious game. When you shake it ...
Now I just want to lie quietly beside someone and let the shadows of the clouds in the sky drift across our faces day after day. ...
It was the last winter of a century, and some province in my body began to miss you. Spring has come, and every province in my body has fallen. That is the last rose in my palace-love. ...
Why? Why? Holding your hand and losing your way? It's too crowded Love your heart, you see me like a fool, a confused fool!
I was by your side yesterday, listening to music. The sun sets on your shoulders, your voice falls, you sing some hoarse and out-of-tune songs, and the little guy will never smile at anyone again … I have been exposed to happiness; How to seize the perfect day? Pass by once and look back three times!
Flying down from the dust, I can feed my vows without flowers, but the thorns make me sad. ...
I hope the sadness in my dream won't last too long, get up at dawn and be cruel for tomorrow.
Everything will go away. In an instant, if I miss this look, it will be difficult to see you again. If you die of old age in a deep valley, you can still remember and then give up, which is more legendary.
There is no doubt that the glow of bloody dusk based on black shield is still charming.
I brought back a handful of volcanic ash, tiny, porous and taupe particles from Pompeii, and put them in the sun to see those shining years. Like a tunnel through time, standing in a high castle. Fight against the wind
The prince and the princess are a match made in heaven. They passed the devil by. Cupid broke the rules and killed two birds with one stone.
The devil descended from the sky. In the city, flowers cry silently.
Black-and-white war, only for the roses that fall in love at the same time.
Even if the devil's sword goes through your chest, he is still admiring your brilliance.
A hug becomes a desperate situation. If not now, when will it be?
Without foreknowledge and panic, the dawn blooms gently like a master.
Who pointed the way and scattered the youthful temperament into the clear sky? Just pretend that nothing exists, just pretend that I have grown up.
The sun should be dark, don't be afraid, what has been opened is always open; If you miss it, let it miss it!
I never thought it would be so blue that we could not bear to ignore each other.
How can the cries of the rails and the cold sunshine stop you from rippling in my heart?
If I speak first, will life go smoothly as usual?
Being tempted is a matter of an instant. We are all glad that we didn't say our regrets.
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
The east wind won't come.
The catkins in March can't fly
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by.
Many works of Xi Murong are like this ~
In the twilight, you turn and drift away.
The corridor is silent, and the gods are silent.
I finally turned stone into stone, just like in my last life.
There are ten million hibiscus flowers in Qian Qian outside the gallery.
Gently open in the water
Light purple soft powder
And snow white.
Like anonymous Song paintings.
As time goes on, it will gradually disappear.
Back and forth/it seems that there is always a tide calling in the dark/there is an unsolvable gentle demand in my heart/the spring day that can't be embroidered with five-color silk thread/the clouds are getting thicker and thicker/my class refutes my heart/between legends and legends/walk slowly.
Spring must be like this: from the green hills, a handful of snow can't hold on any longer, with a splash, a cold face turns into a painted face, and a song sings from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and desolate villages, to the hedgerows, to the yellow webbed ducklings and to the soft and soluble spring mud.
So charming, so sensitive, but so muddy and endless. A thunder can make clouds cry all over the sky for no reason, and a cuckoo cry can make a city full of azaleas. When a gust of wind comes, every willow sings a white, vain, inexplicable and uninvited fly. Every fly is a semicolon of a willow. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still make people calm.
Spring must be like this: the withered stems full of dark leaves and flowers cling to an old root, and the roof beams of thousands of families in the north are crushed by the wind and snow, gently supporting a small empty nest. Then, suddenly, one day, peach blossoms captured the water profiles of all the mountain villages. Willow has taken control of the royal ditch and the folk river head-spring is like a clear-cut Julian Waghann, and the group has been looking forward to prayer and beauty for a long time.
As for the name of spring, there must have been such a story: before the Book of Songs, before the Historical Records and before the characterization of Cang Xie, a lamb suddenly felt sweaty when eating grass, a child suddenly felt soaring when flying a kite, and his legs suffering from wind pain suddenly felt comfortable. Qian Qian's hands were placed on the banks and banks of the stream.
Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blue of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with those wings. Not all birds are excellent mathematicians. They chattered and counted, looked around, and finally dared not publish statistics.
As for all the flowers, they have been given to the butterfly to count. Give all the pistils to the bees for cataloging. All the trees were ruined by the wind. Leave the wind to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and inquire one by one.
Spring must be like this, or, somewhere, is it still like this? Through the smoky black forest, I want to visit the spring wandering in the distant years.
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Outside the window, the pear blossoms have almost blossomed, but they are still piled on the branches, but they are not tender and slightly transparent white. The warm wind rolled over and there were some withered petals floating around. There seems to be thin snow outside the green screen window.
Under the blue sky, pairs of swallows murmured and flew into the soft and wet mud grass nest under the eaves.
1 Please allow me to relax for a while and sit next to you. I'll finish my work later.
Without you, my heart doesn't need to know what comfort and rest are, and my work has become endless labor in the boundless labor sea.
Today, the summer heat comes to my window and whispers; Bees are playing and singing in the courtyard of the flower tree.
It's time to sit still and sing a song of life in this quiet and boundless leisure.
I travel for a long time, and so does my journey.
At dawn, I drove across the world. Left scars on many planets.
The farthest and simplest tone from your nearest place needs the hardest practice.
Passengers have to knock on every stranger's door to knock on their own, and people have to wander outside to reach the deepest inner hall.
My eyes looked around the clearing, and finally closed my eyes and said, "You used to live here!" "
Where is this a question and a call? Melted in thousands of tears, you promised to answer "here I am!" "The flood flooded the world together.
The song I want to sing has not been sung until today.
I always adjust the strings on my instrument every day. Time has not yet arrived, and the lyrics have not been filled in; There is only the pain of desire in my heart
Stamens are not yet open; Only the wind blows with a sigh.
I have never seen his face or heard his voice; I only heard his gentle footsteps walking on the road in front of my house.
Spent the whole day paving a seat for him on the ground; But I can't invite him in before the light comes on. I live in the hope of meeting him, but the day of meeting hasn't come yet.
I received the invitation of this world festival, and my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful scenery, and my ears heard intoxicating music.
My task at this party is to play music, and I tried my best to play it.
Now I want to ask, has this moment finally arrived? Can I go in and admire your face and offer my silent salute?
I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him. That's why I'm late. I'm responsible for the delay.
They want to bind me tightly with laws and regulations; But I always avoid them, because I am just waiting for love to finally give me to him.
People blame me for ignoring others; I also know that their accusations are justified.
The market is busy, and the work of busy people is finished. Those who told me not to get angry and go back. I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him.
Clouds accumulate and darkness deepens. Oh, I love you. Why did you let me wait outside the door alone?
I am with you at the busiest time of work at noon, but I only look forward to you in this dark and lonely day.
If you don't let me meet you, if you abandon me completely, I really don't know how I will spend this long rainy day. I can't stop staring at the gloomy sky in the distance, and my heart sighs with the restless wind.
If you don't speak, I will endure to fill my heart with your silence. I will wait silently and bow my head patiently, just like the night under the stars.
The morning light will come, the darkness will fade, and your voice will cut through the sky to bet from Jin Quan.
At that time, your words will put wings in every nest of mine, and your music will bloom in my forest.
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my soul drifted by unconsciously. I didn't notice the empty flowers in my basket.
From time to time, there is a sadness in my heart. I wake up from my dream and feel that there is a strange smell in the south wind.
This kind of confused warmth makes my heart ache because of longing, and I feel as if I am longing for the perfect breath in summer.
I didn't know whether it was so close to me, or whether it was my perfect warmth or whether it was open in my own heart.
I have to get off my boat. Time has been dragging on the shore to kill _ _ _ _ unbearable me!
When the flowers bloom in spring, we say goodbye. Now I'm waiting and staying everywhere.
Yellow leaves are falling on the shady beach on the river bank.
How empty your gaze is! Don't you think there is a surprise falling from the sky with the distant songs on the other side?
10 In the rainy July shade, you walk with secret steps, as quiet as night, avoiding all the watchers.
This morning, I closed my eyes and ignored the howling east wind. The thick veil covers the blue sky that is always awake.
The Woods stopped singing and everyone closed the door. You are a lonely pedestrian in this cold street. Oh, my only friend, my favorite person, my door is open, don't leave like a dream.
1 1 Friend, are you still having sex outside on this stormy night? The sky wails like a disappointed person.
I didn't sleep tonight. I kept the door open and looked at my friend in the dark!
I can't see anything. I don't know which way you are going!
From the bank of Moho, from the distant sad forest, or through the wrong dark winding path? Did you find me, my friend?
12 in this sleepy night, let me surrender to sleep, believe you.
Let me not force my flagging spirit to prepare a perfunctory worship for you.
It is you who painted the night, covered the tired eyes during the day, and renewed them in the fresh joy of awakening.
13 He came and sat beside me, but I didn't wake up. What a hateful sleep! Alas, unfortunate me!
He came in the quiet night; Holding a piano in my hand, my dream soul and his music sounded.
Well, why do you waste every night like this? Oh, his breathing touched my sleep. Why can't I see his face?
/kloc-where is the 0/4 light? Light it with the burning torch of desire!
The lamp is here, but there is no flame. Is this your destiny, my heart! You might as well die!
Sorrow knocks on your door and tells her that your Lord is awake. He asked you to date in the dark.
Dark clouds cover the sky and the rain keeps falling. I don't know what is surging in my heart, and I don't understand its meaning.
A flash of lightning cast a deeper darkness before my eyes, and my heart groped for the way that the music of that night called me.
Where are the lights? Light it with a burning torch of desire! Thunder rumbled and the wind roared. The night is as black as a black rock. Don't let time pass in the dark. Light the lamp of love with your life.
15 net is tough, but it hurts when you want to tear it.
I just want to be free, I hope to be free, but I am ashamed.
I know you have priceless treasures, and you are my best friend, but I can't bear to clean up my house full of cereal.
I am covered with dust and death; I hate it, but I like to hold it tightly.
I owe a lot of debts, my failure is huge, and my shame is hidden and profound; But when I come to pray for my blessing, I am afraid that my prayer will be answered.
16 The man I imprisoned in my name was crying in prison. I build walls every day. When this wall rose to the sky, my true self was blocked by the shadow of the high wall and disappeared.
I am proud of this high wall. I covered it with sand for fear that there would be cracks in the name. I tried, but I couldn't see the truth.
I went to the tryst alone. Who follows me in the dark silence?
I walked away from him, but I couldn't escape.
He strutted and let the ground dust; Everything I said was mixed with his crying.
He is my self, my Lord, and he is shameless; But I'm embarrassed to go to your house with him.
18 People who love me all over the world try their best to hold me. Your love is not like this. Your love is much greater than theirs. You set me free.
They never dared to leave me. I'm afraid I will forget them. But your days are passing by, and you haven't appeared yet.
If I don't call you in prayer, if I don't care about you, your love for me is still waiting for my love.
19 As long as I live, I will call you everything to me.
As long as I am sincere, I feel that you are by my side. I come to ask you about everything and give you my love at any time.
As long as I live, I will never hide you.
As long as there is a little fetter to lock me and your will together, your will will be realized in my life. This fetter is your love.
This is my prayer to you, my Lord, please eradicate the root of poverty in my heart.
Give me strength, so that I can bear the joys and sorrows calmly.
Give me strength to let my love bear fruit in service.
Give me strength so that I will never abandon the poor and never bow to arrogance.
Give me strength, let my mind transcend daily chores.
Give me strength, let me surrender my strength to your will with love.
2 1 I thought my energy was exhausted, my journey was over _ _ _ _ The road ahead was exhausted, and the food and grass were exhausted. It was time to retire in the silent HarmonyOS system.
But I find that your will has no end in me. Old words just died on the tip of the tongue, and new music came in from the heart; The new field of the old road is wonderfully presented to us.
I need you. I just need you to keep repeating this sentence in my heart. All the desires that tempt me day and night are complete deception and emptiness.
Just as the night is hidden in the darkness of praying for light, there is a cry in the depths of my subconscious-I need you, only you.
Just as the storm tries its best to attack peace, but seeks to end in peace, my resistance impacts your love, and its voice is still _ _ _ _ I need you, only you.
I tried to weave a wreath all morning, but the flowers slipped away.
You sat there and looked at me secretly out of the corner of your eye.
Ask these naughty black eyes whose fault it is.
I want to sing a song, but I can't.
A snigger quivers on your lips, and you ask it why I failed.
Let your smiling lips swear how my song disappeared into silence, like a bee intoxicated in the lotus.
It's night. The petals should be closed.
Allow me to sit next to you and allow my lips to do the work that can be done silently in the dim light of the stars.
On a rainy night, I dreamed that the hot sun was in the sky. There are only a few of us on the way to the empty mine. Sparse, but not lonely Wind method rolls up layer after layer of fatigue. The car kept passing without any sign of stopping. Let's go forward together, go straight ahead. The face is filled with a long-lost smile, like attending a grand PART, but still dragging white jeans and short pieces of flowers. Relaxed and abnormal.
The city of the past is one world, and our dream is another world. We wandered around the city. What is the future? Has our season withered? Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow … I lost my smile unconsciously. Want to do something stupid and crazy. Abandon everything, there is no reason. Let's go now.
Wind and sand cover the direction, look up at the sky and open your hands. Holding hands with friends and jumping over the fence, we are eager to see another world. Wake up hibernating wings. It's time, please take me on a long journey. Swing hard, it hurts a little, and I slept too long. We moved on, crying, laughing and shouting loudly, jumping over the Woods, thorns, stinging palms and surging blood, wetting the dryness buried in our hearts; Pain weakens in the face of hope. One step, two steps, three steps, constantly through the familiar and unfamiliar, as long as you find the long-lost happiness, there will be wind, clouds, flowers and friends.
The forest may hide the ocean, the dark clouds temporarily cover the rainbow, and numbness suddenly replaces excitement, but these are all the past. I will wave a knife and open them with full-fledged courage. I still don't know whether there will be a clear sky tomorrow, but I will always hope to go to tomorrow, pray for the glory after dark, repair the fragments of dreams with the remaining temperature of my palm, and embrace everything when the next sun rises, because we are leaving.