it happened in the afternoon, quietly, falling from the sky and suddenly coming.
Snowfall is silent, who are you dancing for?
when the bridge is broken outside the post, it's lonely.
You are Mei by the broken bridge of Nayi Pavilion.
In the rustling wind, you stand proudly and make a beautiful life.
the light frost and snow dyed your pure heart.
born in the secular world, never touched by dust.
You are one of the "three friends who are old and cold", and you are the first of the "four gentlemen".
for thousands of years, those literati have sung about you, and they can't put it down.
They praise you, and the frost deceives the snow, being upright and lofty;
they praise you, elegant and fragrant.
who knows your budding heart, which blooms lonely and lonely?
There is also a letter from the south of the Yangtze River in the end of the world, and the plum blossom knows the spring is near.
the snow and dance are flying, and Dongjun is in full swing.
You are the messenger of spring, and you are lonely. For whom do you see the horizon?
I am not the brilliant painter;
I'm not the free and unfettered guest of the feather fan black silk scarf;
it's not even the prodigal son who changed mink and fur for wine.
I'm just a little girl like you, born in the world of mortals and attached to the world of mortals.
I can't give you three lives, and I can't give you prosperity.
I can only warm you with tenderness for half a lifetime and stay with you all my life.
So, at this moment, let me prepare a little green ant wine and a red mud stove,
listen to the snow with you, and play the piano with ink,
dance in a peaceful and even atmosphere, okay?
in my life, I am most afraid of ecstasy; At this moment, the most fascinating.
if you drink more than half, spring is near.
The shadows are horizontal and oblique, the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.
Jiangnan Snow is still stingy.
the ink is not dry, the sound of the piano is not strong, and the snow color is dim.
The crescent moon is like a hook, reflecting your pink smile.
If I were the boy whose white clothes beat snow,
I would ride the world of mortals and lose the world for you.
bits and pieces are turned into mud and ground into dust, and only the fragrance remains the same.
Are good things often short-lived?
have you accumulated your strength all winter, just to repay the spring?
You know, in a few days, the spring breeze will cross again, and flowers will be beautiful.
Don't you want to compete with it?
the quality is clean, so why is it so determined?
when the flowers are blooming, you laugh in the bushes. Why are you so lonely?
I am willing to give up colorful spring, and choose the world of ice and snow, boundless Wan Li.
what a difficult and long process it will take from gestation to opening up.
it is not the cold overnight, but the frost, rain and snow all winter.
there is no warm sunshine, no warm spring breeze.
only loneliness is the companion, only cold is the companion.
who wants to endure this severe cold?
who wants to enjoy this loneliness?
who wants this loyalty to last?
Stand tall, just to herald spring.
who will bear this responsibility?
even if you end up stuck in the mire, you still have a cool and fragrant style.
it's just like life. you can't smell plum blossoms without freezing to the bone.
if you think so, what are your complaints?
should all the disappointments be calm?
Who's words:
I believe that whenever and wherever we do,
everything we do with our heart is to fulfill ourselves.
this is a process of accumulation.
From scratch, from existence to nothingness,
Just for the sake of less care and less regret on the day of death.
not for perfection, but for peace of mind.
when the wine is full and the ink is not dry, touch the string again.
the snow falls without a trace, and the bright moon leaves, and the plum fragrance remains the same.
I'll be with you tonight if I'm not drunk ...
-Mei Xiang is as blue as ever.