Who Can Take Pity on Hong Xiaoxiang? 2

Su Mo laments the three thousand winds and rains in the world of mortals. Before the song ends, people have dispersed, leaving the world alone and sleepless. Gu Yao had a dream that she was painting under the city, depicting a landscape and people's homes. Who burns the smoke and scatters the vertical and horizontal ties; listens to the broken strings and breaks the three thousand obsessions. Watching the cherry blossoms bloom all over the sky, and how young you are, who draws whose face, who writes about whose nostalgia? The birds are still in pairs, and they sing to each other to death. I couldn't help but burst into tears. When people go away, the building is empty and quiet, and the kindness of the past is full of kindness. Life is unsatisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty will be ruined. One day in our twilight years, you and I sat quietly in front of the court, admiring the flowers and falling flowers, laughing and talking as time went by. Today, a hundred years later, I glanced at each other, and I realized that I had seen all the colorful flowers. Things in the world are uncertain and difficult to predict, and spring sorrow makes me sleep alone. When you taste all the flavors, you will naturally understand them; in the journey of life, there will always be a period of time when you need to walk and carry it by yourself. I would rather that we never fell in love with each other. I hope that we would never forget each other in the world. What withers is the beauty of flowers, what falls are broken tears, and what is hard to redeem are the sins of the past life.