Harmony Is Precious

I'll spend my whole life wandering around the world to make you smile like a peach blossom at this moment. The flowers are smiling in the deep spring, the leaves are sad in the autumn, the moon is a curtain of dreams at night, and the spring breeze is full of love. Not surprised by favor or disgrace, I watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; I have no intention of leaving or leaving, and watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky. You have a glass of intoxicating wine in vain, but it cannot relieve your worries. The picturesque mountains are no match for a stroke of cinnabar between your brows; how can I believe that you will overturn the world for me with empty words? The feelings of the past are brewed into wine, so that I can be drunk and no longer have worries for the rest of my life. Who knows that if love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? I hope I can accompany you like a gentle breeze, blowing away the uneasiness in your heart so that you will never be alone in your life. I hope that the flowers in the garden will always be beautiful, and that I will grow old before the flowers while drinking. Turning around and looking back, there was no dim light, only the lonely figures behind each other. I would like to accompany you as a pair of withered bones to bid farewell to this desolation. Entering the door of my lovesickness, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness makes you remember each other, and short lovesickness makes you infinite. If I had known that it would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place. If I had long hair reaching my waist, ten miles of red makeup, a phoenix crown and a rosy robe, I would only wish to hold your hand and touch each other with you. The leaves are raining, and the clouds are growing under the moon, telling a story of old thoughts. Take a wisp of breeze and put it in the palm of your hand, bringing with it deep and shallow memories, and put the fragrance of the years into the cup, and the cup will be drunk. I vowed not to return, the flower is broken and the person is haggard, crying with sadness, you are no longer there, the former prosperity has declined, leaving only fragmentary beauty. A beautiful woman is heartbroken, a hero has no regrets, and a passing person has no regrets. I don't love the glitz of the world, I don't write about the turmoil of the world, I don't lament the desolation of the world, and I don't arouse feelings and sorrow. Watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as ever.