What passes is the beauty in the blink of an eye; what is remembered is the sadness that cannot be gone. The flowers have fallen after the rain, and I feel nostalgic for the fleeting years. It is natural to walk in the snow and meet the spring, and never meet the separated people. Day by day, month by month, year by year. Wasted time, in the unfinished mood. There is always sadness, and the years are lost, turning into songs and blooming flowers. The night is still young, the dreams are still young, and we miss each other so much that it is hard to forget.
The lone shadow is far away, the waning moon is hidden, leaving a song of night scented in the sky. Longing for each other, forgetting each other for a long time, the moon is full and the two of them look at each other in the west building, with the feeling of falling flowers and the love of the setting sun, a song of farewell is sung. The breeze blows in the alley, and the remaining flowers overlap the past and present. On the street corner at dusk, the remnants of last night's joy are hidden. The frost in half of the city cannot hide the attachment of looking back, and the spring water in the river cannot carry the sorrow of being dejected. The wind arises from the end of Qingping, and love arises from a startling glance. Not all encounters can be spent in a full moon. Only at night when the wind stains the fallen leaves can the dust settle. You are at the end of the world, the bright moon is setting over the western mountains,
Thousands of mountains and rivers are entangled in my heart. Yingying's laughter is just a human fireworks, and the delicate fragrance is just a gentle sigh. Those moments that passed by were filled with unexpected sadness. The love words that slipped through the fingers touched the half-open heart, and the deep feelings forgotten from the ponytail echoed in the depths of the soul. A journey through the mountains and rivers, late autumn in the world, sighing, a ten-mile long pavilion, full of regret. The falling flowers are intentional, the running water is ruthless, sad, the wild geese have gone and the building is empty, only parting.
As soon as the flowers fall, it's autumn. The wind and snow cover thousands of mountains, and it feels so cold to the eyes. As soon as I turn around, I say farewell forever, a stranger in the world, never to see you again in this life. A scroll of paintings and ink paintings, a lifetime of love. Who will be with you when the dragon rises, the cold pond crosses, the flower soul in the cold moon? Three lives of love, forgetting the river water, flowers growing on the other side, the fate comes and the fate is shallow. The fate of this life is caused by cause and effect, and the flowing water is ruthless. It comes and goes by itself. The years are long, filled with water. It's not easy to meet each other, my hair is three thousand feet tall. If we were looking forward to the sunrise, why would we rush across Xichuan? If you have thoughts at sunset, how come the south wind blows you to Xizhou in your dreams?
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