The silver bed is filled with asphalt, and the grass is covered with powder in autumn. When picking incense, I miss money everywhere, but I can't help but regret finding green leaves.
The corridor is full of lovesickness, and the setting moon becomes a solitary lean. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
——Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty"
When the crows are gone, who does Xiaoli hate? The heavy snow suddenly turns over the fragrant pavilion catkins, and the light wind blows the plum blossoms in the gallbladder, and the word "heart" has turned to ashes.
--Nalan Xingde's "Dream Jiangnan"
Three to five years is too hasty, and twenty years is too long. Only ten years, just right, was the most heart-wrenching and painful.
Ten years on, I miss you. The heart of longing is like a red brick wall wrapped with wisteria, covered with white flowers from the vines, the white flowers of love.
I have seen it in full bloom before, so I couldn't look away or let it go. Even though they are entangled, they are clear in their hearts.
"Ten years ago, I didn't know you, you didn't belong to me." We have no intersection and are scattered in the world.
"Ten years later, we are friends and can still greet each other." We lost our intersection and were scattered in the world.
The memory is still there, the joy is gone, and the loneliness is noisy.
When spring comes, the forest becomes dyed, and when autumn passes, people's hearts become crippled, causing countless surges.
There is no joy and joy anymore, but I can only say that it was ordinary at that time, and the flowers fell in the empty court, and you felt sad.
Naturally, life is long and the water is long, and it is a special feeling in my heart. In the blink of an eye, it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
I experienced ten years of loneliness. When I came back, my heart was already gray.
Note: The cover of this article comes from Shan Wei's map~~