The clear and clear sky is like a wash, facing the cold rain, falling like a silver curtain, my heart has become cold. The sparse branches and dead trees have been cool for a few times. Don't blame the cold rain. The clouds are rolling in my mind and my mind is clear and I don't know how long it is. The cold branches stretch to the other side, the glass lamp has been broken, and the clear feathers of many dandelions have returned to dust. Lan Yinghua, the burning lamp is exhausted, and the mist and rain are flowing, all of which are unspeakable sadness and paleness. There is a whistle in the sky, thousands of dusk smoke, no one is crossing the wild, the sky is roaring, and the sky is laughing. Tongyou Qujing has passed away. It rains in my heart, and I say in my heart that I am extremely sad. I enjoy the pain, laugh it off, and let it go. After hundreds of turns and thousands of vicissitudes of life, flowers are no longer flowers, and mist is no mist. In the end, dust returns to dust, and dust returns to dust. Why spend this life with resentment? The cold wind blows, the cold wind blows, and the haze comes and goes. Qingling mountains and rivers, dreaming of Qingwei, two lifetimes filled with tears, a quiet song. The incense ashes on the lamp, the breeze blows, and the dust is flying and blooming all over the sky. Hanyu, cold jade, what a poignant and beautiful mourning. Late in the evening, late in the evening, a thought of good and evil, an orchid in the empty valley, wind and rain orchestra, a sparse shadow, a lifetime of darkness, and the final destination. The rain is falling and the flowers are blooming slowly, unable to contain my lonely heart. The flowers are red, the willows are green, the bees and butterflies are dancing, who knows how to force a smile? Tonight, one person is drunk with wine, and the wine makes him sad, and he no longer sheds tears for lovesickness. The thorns of the hedgehog sting the heart, and the poison of the poisonous tree stings the mind, avoiding the face and avoiding the face. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? You can live your whole life in mist and rain! If the heart is there and the dream is there, why not scream and walk slowly?
