The dream of the mortal world is shallow, and the love of a lifetime is lightly described with a plain pen. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I hold an umbrella and walk alone on a small bridge. Next to the quiet ancient road, all the flowers have fallen, but I wonder when will my old friend return? The moon hangs on the green tiles, and the silver light fills the old windows. The breeze blows through thousands of years. I count the past carefully. Under a solitary lamp, I express my heartfelt feelings in the pen and ink. The years are slightly cooler, and a long misty rain has soaked whose memory, and whose dark and frosty Jiangnan has left behind whose gentle and lingering dreams. A glance is a startling moment, and the youth is in chaos. It's a pity that a startling glance mistakenly caught the eye, and I have been happy for many years. Stars are dotted, in the distance beyond the reach of longing, the peach blossoms of dreams shine brightly into haze, and the smoke curls up. The bluestone paths are mottled with moss and the towering ancient trees hide the chirping birds. The sun sets and the afterglow fills the mountain road. Where is my old friend? The memories are all over the place. The clouds are rolling and relaxing, and the sky is vast. I sit alone on the top of the mountain and watch the wind and clouds rise quietly. With love in my heart, I am not afraid of the passage of time, and am willing to go to the end of the world with you.
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