Riding the smoke on the lake
There are countless ripples in the smoke.
I hid in the gazebo.
A water curtain hanging under an octagonal eaves.
Isolate the world.
In an isolated world, there is no excessive estrangement.
The air is still damp.
Including things that can't be hidden in the corner of your eyes
So I stood under the gazebo.
Just take an umbrella.
Naughty wind
It was raining, but I kept sneaking up.
How I imagine a happy child.
However, I don't have the courage to rush into the rain to play.
The lingering rain, like handfuls of waving whip.
I just can't catch up. I am full of sadness.
Listening to the Sanskrit sound of Yushan is still melodious in the rain.
The loud bell suddenly rang again.
Who lit the pious incense again?
Bodhi, can you help me get rid of my troubles?
Maybe I'm just a shadow
It's nothing more than too much dust filling myself.
Maybe I'm just a corpse
Being endlessly controlled by greedy souls.
Ask the wind of broken bridge
Where should I go?
Water drops jumping on the lake.
Could it be the piano music played by Luo Shen?
Look, a leisurely boat on the lake.
Isn't that Cao Zhi who came to ferry me?
Tanabata, bridge thinking
Clouds all over the sky are mottled with sunshine.
The wind at the bridge head is a little cold.
Will the waiting tonight be like a dream?
Ships coming and going on the lake weave melancholy.
The sunset twisted her blushing face.
Whose thoughts have been hidden in the shade?
Why are late birds in a hurry?
Is it necessary to frame the boundary of the Millennium?
Will Tianhe sing with music tonight?
Will the couple be full tonight?
The handrail sighs, and the waves beat the brilliance of the sky.
Dear wife, I just want you to accompany me to the bridge tonight.
Stay with me until dawn.
Editor's comment:
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