The master was nowhere to be found, so the disciples had no choice but to go to the master's room to look for traces. But I saw that Li Xiaoyao's writing desk was messy, the wine cup was carelessly tilted aside, and the ink on the inkstone was dry. A crumpled piece of paper full of handwriting caught the disciple's attention. He picked it up and saw that the cursive writing was still strong and powerful even though it was soaked and smudged. It was the master's handwriting. Just reading it carefully, the black and white words on the paper will bring tears to your eyes.
My Wife Linger:
It happened to be the first snowfall, and it was freezing in the court. The setting sun melts gold and washes away the flames. The pines and cypresses are lush and tall, the afterglow is clear, and the mist is lingering. I seem to have lost my way in my old age.
Everything is flowing, and the sun has no time to turn the sun. All sentient beings love pain, and I create the realm of bondage. So I walked alone and sat alone, having been away from the rope for ten years. During the day, I eat and drink with a cup, and chant to myself. At night, half a bottle of plum wine is used to help me sleep. The wind-haired servant girl with frosty temples is not like a young man in a spring shirt.
The lonely lamp shines on the wall, the body is tired and the mind is tired, the soul is separated and forgets oneself, and the pain is missing you. You are given by your destiny and given by your fate. You are like a flying dragon stepping on the snow, there is nowhere deep in the clouds.
Last night I returned home in my dream, and I went boating with you to collect lotus roots. The man beside the lotus looks like the moon, and his bright wrist is covered with frost and snow. The blue water is covered with green gray, and the shadows are swaying lightly. Only by living so slowly can you gain the interest in life.
It's been a dream for ten years, but I'm still shocked before it's over. With all kinds of management, one handful welcomes the spring snow. I sigh with emotion when I participate in business. The earth is thousands of miles away, the sky is on the same side, and the sky is full of enthusiasm. The ruthless fish and geese have time to spare, and the flowing water swallows the setting sun. Only then did we know that the peach blossoms are near the water, and the good scenery is in vain. The sorrow of parting is bitter, and if you want to say goodbye, you still have to leave.
Today, with the warm wine in my throat, I think of the past whispers in my boudoir. You said, we will meet again at dawn when the snow begins to clear. Nowadays, the cold and summer are changing, and there is no chance of a good time, so I know I won't meet you. If so, don't be ignorant. Just waiting for the next life, the dream soul will be with us, and we will go and die together.