Look at Each Other and Hate Each Other

The snow falling in front of the court enters my heart, recalling the prosperity and dim shadow of you. The sound of the fly whisk fills the piano with sorrow, and it is difficult to find the person in front of me in this life. When I dream about my black hair falling into dust, where can I hear your cuddling voice? The sky is full of blood and tears, the wild geese are singing, the secluded green land is crying and howling, the dark clouds are pressing down on the branches and cold treetops, it is difficult to sleep at night with the lamp alone, the quietly sweeping catkins will eventually dry up, the copper locks are pinned and return to dusty dreams, at twelve o'clock the candles are gone, the gentle breeze blows on the side of the face, on the moonlit night of the twenty-fourth bridge, It's just an actor's curtain; I'm thinking about the play, the remaining flames are in a trance, the shadows are mottled, how can the broken mirror be reunited, leaning against the green forest and looking into the abyss, murmuring a song in a low voice in front of the solitary tomb, and finally disappearing here, but there is no song and singing. When the curtain is folded, the play is not over yet. It's hard to let the wandering soul float in my heart, but in the end it's the tiger that bears the fragrance of autumn. Stop lovesickness! Yinzensi shaved off his black hair. I have been obsessed with the cold futon for half my life, the scattered clouds and smoke have not faded away, the mist is still lingering, it is the years that have broken the sky The snow falling in front of the court enters my heart, recalling the prosperity and dim shadow of you. The sound of the fly whisk fills the piano with sadness, it is difficult to find the person in front of me in this life Life is full of seas, mountains and rivers, but nothing This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.