Time flowed like water. In the end, the fated bond between stone and tree could not withstand the happiness of an earthly marriage.
Many years later, he thought: She was right not to look back. A bond between stone and tree could never survive the wear and tear of everyday life. That was why he could still remember the perfect happiness that had never come to pass.
Everyone says gold and jade make the perfect match, but I can think only of the bond between stone and tree. I gaze in vain at the crystalline snow of the lofty recluse in the mountains; I never forget the lonely grove of the celestial maiden beyond this world. Only now do I believe that nothing in this world is perfect. Even if they lived together with the harmony of a loving couple, my heart would still be restless.
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If you don't have the right socks, you won't wear your favorite shoes. Such boys Will he find Ye Ci? He will.
A light feeling, but it leaves the deepest imprint in my heart, like running water, slowly dripping through the stone
Very sad story...
Maybe in the early years, wood and stone were a kind of concern. I think love may be like this,
When the night comes, I am too drunk to remove my makeup, and the calyx of the plum tree is inserted into the broken branches. Awakening from alcohol breaks the spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned. The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time.
Sip and sing, the lamp is broken and the rain stops, the house is quiet and the window is quiet. Several times the flowers bloom, several times the flowers fade, and it's dusk again. Pan Niang is not Pan Lang. The material should also be frosty and sticky on the temples. The parrots are empty, the mandarin duck pots are broken, and the smoke is misty and cloudy.
Bathing in clear dew and sparse tung trees. Autumn is full of curtains. Yanqin is speechless and distressed. Pinch open the east window to peek at the bright moon, and see the hibiscus in the morning. The past is uncertain. Yanshui Guhong. One respects nine and becomes empty again. I don't know how to blow my hat off, I hate to kill the west wind.
Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, and Sun Zhong is looking for a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I remember those days when we were fierce and powerful, and we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hurried visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum! Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking. I wanted to give it up, but I said it was a cool autumn!
Come on, don't tell me this is your story