The glimmer in your eyes, fragile and wounded
The pale crescent moon hooks onto the past
The night is too long, and congeals into frost
Who is it, cold and hopeless, up in the attic?
Rain taps softly against the crimson window
My life on the page is scattered by the wind
A dream in the distance turns into a wisp of fragrance
Your image drifts away with the breeze
Chrysanthemums wither, wounds cover the ground
Your smile has already turned yellow
Flowers fall, hearts break, my thoughts quietly flow
The northern wind rages, the night is not yet over
Your shadow cannot be cut away
Leaving me alone, doubled on the lake's surface
The flowers have reached their twilight, their brilliance falling away
On this decaying earth, fate is cruel
Sorrow, don't cross the river, autumn's heart splits in two
I'm afraid you won't make it to shore, and will sway for a lifetime
Whose kingdom is this? The horses' hooves thunder wildly
I wear battle armor, while the winds howl with the weight of time
The sky grows faintly bright; you sigh softly
A whole night's sorrow, so delicately expressed
Chrysanthemums wither, wounds cover the ground
Your smile has already turned yellow
Flowers fall, hearts break, my thoughts quietly lie still
The northern wind rages, the night is not yet over
Your shadow cannot be cut away
Leaving me alone, doubled on the lake's surface
The flowers have turned toward evening, their brilliance falling away
On this decaying earth, fate is cruel
Sorrow, don't cross the river, autumn's heart splits in two
I'm afraid you won't make it to shore, and will sway for a lifetime
Whose kingdom is this? The horses' hooves thunder wildly
I wear battle armor, while the winds howl with the weight of time
The sky grows faintly bright; you sigh softly
A whole night's sorrow, so delicately expressed
Chrysanthemums wither, wounds cover the ground
Your smile has already turned yellow
Flowers fall, hearts break, my thoughts quietly lie still
The northern wind rages, the night is not yet over
Your shadow cannot be cut away
Leaving me alone, doubled on the lake's surface
Note: Lyrics from Jay Chou's "Chrysanthemum Terrace," written by Fang Wenshan
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It is rare to see such an interesting article, which contains a kind of faint sadness, just like the passing rain and clouds, gently drifting through my heart!!! Wonderful!!! Wonderful!!!
It's rare to see such a wonderful short story!
It's really good. I finally saw it. I'm so moved. Come on, I will continue to support you! Um!
Good article. Wonderful.. Really good
Great! Brilliant, 3 scenes and a complete story, I'm studying hard!
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Wonderful! It turns out that short stories can be so good
Also: But as far as the article is concerned, it seems too rash to lose a country for one person. Before Mu Yunhuai married Suyuan, he was a talented general who was loyal to the country. But in the end, he exiled himself because of Suyuan's death, causing many people to suffer the disaster of national subjugation. I don't think it has a very positive meaning Being foolish and loyal is wrong, being infatuated is also wrong A little thought of my own, don't blame me
You can try submitting to magazines like Huaxi It's so kind to write a story based on a word I used to be like this too, but the stories in Ci seem to be very sad.
I haven't seen your text for a long time... Still so beautiful... She is indeed our talented girl~~