In the long river of time, I have no choice but to walk alone.
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How could he be late and in a hurry?
At dusk, a little drizzle falls with the leaves of plane trees, and falls to the ground like fine sand, which hurts to rub into Yi 'an's heart. Yi An leaned against the window, his eyes full of sadness.
She must be whispering, "Ming Cheng". She sighed: looking for, you and I are destined to meet; Cold and clear, your company is enough; Sad and painful, now I am alone at the window, how can I spend this long night? Red bean acacia boiled into silk, and Zhao Mingcheng personally cocooned all the acacia in Yi 'an's heart, but never removed it. If Ming Cheng knows, I wonder if he will get rid of the shackles of Yi An. After all, this love is too heavy and sad for a weak woman.
"Flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two sad places. There is no way to eliminate this situation. You can only frown and take it to heart. "
In the Han Dynasty, Wen Jun recalled Sima Xiangru's wandering heart with a song "Ballad of White Head". Li Qingzhao also wrote a poem "Pruning Plums", trying to keep her husband's heart. Wen Jun and Yi 'an are both talented women, but they were born in the wrong era. They luxuriously hoped that their husbands could only pretend to be themselves, but in those days, no matter how two of a kind was, it was just the difference between wives and concubines. It's not that I don't understand, but I suddenly saw other rouge and makeup in my husband's eyes, and even I felt caught off guard. Yes, how could Yi An have expected that the person who said yesterday that he would grow old together would be drunk in the gentle village of another woman today.
However, there is still no resentment or hatred in Yi An's heart. After all, she and Mingcheng had a sweet and happy time. She is in harmony with him and sings endlessly. She believes that her husband will come back to her again. Yi An is a clever woman. She kept a sincere person and his heart. They should have had a good life, but they have no choice but to be in a turbulent situation, drifting around and separating them forever. No matter what Ren Yi 'an called, her husband couldn't come back. The wild goose left a sound, but it landed in Yi 'an's sad place.
When the weather was hot and cold, the yellow flowers fell all over the floor. Yi An holds a sake, how can he hide the overwhelming sadness? This smart and beautiful woman still lost. Even if he is brilliant, how can he come late and in a hurry? At the scene of the injury, the tall building was broken and the lights were dim. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Sigh, full of tears, the old swallow pecked at the new mud. Yun 'an hasn't changed, and the single shadow is only ok. This time, what a sad sentence?
Love is a lifelong regret, but she has no regrets. If she can cry and laugh with a man, she will be anxious if he comes late.