The broken time, the longing on the Jianjia River
Author: Xiangchu Yanli
A handful of broken porcelain, there is a sound when it hits the ground, and there are marks on the palm. As time goes by, the broken porcelain of love remains bright, but with a certain melancholy and a little bit of loneliness. Love is always watching, and love is ageless and lush. When we met in the world of mortals, we fell in love deeply. How long ago did we fall into the abyss of love? Now we see clearly that love also makes people waste time. I would like to transform into a butterfly, just to hold on to an eternal love song.
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The winding mountains are stained with green and ink, who can express lovesickness in the ink?
Standing alone in the darkness before dawn, above the rows of tall buildings in the town, Traveling through my distant thoughts. Coveting the night, I write my longing before dawn. If you feel a persistent longing, can you give me an answer? Before this happy June.
Knocking on the window of time, there is a pair of clear eyes, looking at your Jianjia waterfront across time and space, a longing spreads, soft loneliness climbs up the stem of longing, the memory travels through the blue sea and sky, traveling. Dragging among your water clouds. The uproar of the world cannot stop the lonely toes, thoughts and thoughts, so staggering. I just want to use thin pen and ink to tell the unchanging love. Only your well-being can bring me peace of mind. I pray. Countless days and nights, I look forward to your sunny days with longing eyes.
The lonely soul, stained with a thick layer of frost in summer, cannot find your footprints. What I miss is your face, and my heart is broken after thousands of turns in my dreams. I just want to sing a song of love for you again, even if the tone and melody are missed and messy, why not? Just sing for you, as long as you are moved, the encounter in the dark, the parting in the panic, the silent departure , what is left is the secret fragrance that you once obsessed me with, the remaining memories, the deep connection that cannot be erased, and the helplessness that my soul is shaking out at this moment.
I remember that day, you came gently, covered with morning light, bringing you graceful and colorful clothes. For such a long time, you have to know that I have never left your side, and I have endless love for you. Endless thoughts are no longer something I can control. I understand that your love for me is not simply a fragrance in pen and ink. If you want to sail away, don’t forget to take my blessings with you. If you feel hesitant in your heart , remember to calmly look at the sky, I am hiding in a cloud, always watching with you, thousands of lovesickness, grasped into the crystal of a lifetime of colored glass, with my pen, engraved with the dazzling brilliance of your life and mine long light.
My heart aches for you, I shed tears for you, and it breaks my heart to see you haggard. When your eyes are too tired to open when facing the night, my heart collapses in the dark night. You use your weak body to support a love that spreads in the world of fate. I hate it so much that the red candles are gone, and the labors and swallows fly away. No matter what burden it is, loneliness is also a kind of beauty when you are with me. Loneliness is dyed with frost, and I will always keep you at the ferry of lovesickness. The prosperity is gone, and the flowers are everywhere. You are the unchanging concern and bond in my heart. I love you through thousands of rivers and mountains. I will keep you in our most beautiful years. Even if I love you, it is A fate like a moth flying into a flame. I have no regrets. I only want to protect your city. Once you make a mistake, you will never escape from each other's world. I embrace each other and promise to say it to Zicheng.
Once upon a time, everything was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. It was you who floated across my sky, leaving behind a soft look and a lifelong love. Looking up, the city in the sky is still blue. The breeze is stirring, and thousands of soft clouds are scattered, like mountains and rivers surrounding each other, like lingering and melancholy dancing butterflies. The wind blows, and the embracing clouds part, each walking in their own way, each graceful, interpreting each other's gaze into the graceful love in the sky. In the world of mortals, there is so much love that either meets and falls in love with each other accidentally, and is inadvertently dispersed by time. They are separated in the world, leaving behind a piece of longing, wandering alone, and stained by sorrow. In the past, perhaps the skin has been tortured by time, but the longing is still lingering in my heart, watching in the memories, remembering in the watching. How much emotion, how much tears, can only be explained by the long years, lingering in the depths of the pen and ink.
I write down my thoughts again and again, and I am filled with sorrow again and again. You see, the piles of paper are already engraved with the looks of lovesickness. Those tears blur the old time in the past. My heart stands in the middle of the vast time, and the care in the distance becomes clear and quiet in the gaze of my eyes. At this moment, are you still missing your beloved in the distance, and your eyes will occasionally sparkle with tears? ?You can’t imagine the haggardness of her eyes that have long dried up because of you. The tender and pitiful love she once had has already been longing for you for thousands of miles and separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. The bottom of her eyes is blurred. She throws away the gauze in her eyes and reveals the depth of love in the world. , those thoughts that are so intoxicating and eye-catching, crawl into my heart, the lonely slender fingers are waving in the shadow of ink, the love that cannot be changed, the affection that cannot be forgotten, I only want to be invested in the clear shadow of ink and the fragrance of ink in this life and the next. , do you know how many lovesickness tears I shed?
I feel sleepy and miss you. When the past brings back memories again, those unbearable stories remain in memory, like broken beads, falling one by one from the bottom of my heart, bringing endless longing. If missing you is a disease, maybe I am terminally ill because of you and there is no cure. You said that I am still me and you are still you. They have never changed. They have become just years. In the long time, the vicissitudes of the passing years have crawled on the cheeks. We have passed by, but the love is so unchanging and green, and it has never been Get older at any time. Your heart is still connected to my heart, walking together on our worldly road, supporting each other.
Astringent, a lot of melancholy, filling the heart. But there are always some beautiful encounters that are still on the road. Throw away the sadness of the past and throw away the troubles. In the world of mortals, there are still so many beautiful things standing in front of us, waiting for us to own, cherish and appreciate. The scenery you missed and the people you missed are all arranged by fate. Whether you give up or not, everything will be in vain. Don't feel alone and lonely, you can see the fragrance of flowers is still spreading in front of you, the sky is high and the clouds are light. The years are drying up, the years are like neon shadows in the sand and the sunset, the evening clouds are clearing across the cliff and the wind is coming in the evening. They all follow her to the end of the world and she grows old.
Flowers fall in the heart and shed tears, autumn leaves fall in the cold and fly away for a long time, love slowly and hurriedly murmurs in dreams, clinging to the mortal love that cannot be let go for a fleeting time, waiting in vain for the eyes to be deeply locked and the blue silk to be your king. Keeping the red face and hairpin in plain skirt, longing for the girl with deep thoughts, frowning, infatuated and resentful, heartbroken, looking at each other from the end of the world, butterflies around the shoulders, my mind has already staggered, that person is still in the dim light, have I lost my thoughts? The beauty is trembling alone. trembling. A thousand-year-old dream, the independent and lonely person in front of the flower leans on the railing, and meets you. The years are ruthless in the world of mortals. It is easy to meet people unexpectedly, but it is difficult to wake up. A good dream reminds people to wake up. Waking up is empty in the dream, like flowers falling when fate is gone, and then Flowing water, how can I let it go? I am a hermit who is not stained by the dust, and my unprovoked intentions disturb my fingertips. The shadow of a promise is far away in the wind, and the cold wind is cold. I think alone under the curtain of the window. If we don't meet, how can we be separated? If we don't know each other, , why are we together? There are no banquets in the world. We cherish each other when we are separated from each other. At this time, we are so angry that we forget our worries with day lilies.
Time will bring us to an end for many stories. Quiet people can cultivate their hearts over time to become more stable, while irritable people will have their restless edges polished away by time, making their hearts gradually mellower. Those sad past, if you think of them occasionally, it is a kind of memory, if you think of it all the time, it is a kind of suffering. The feet are on the ground, and the ground is under the feet. In life, there is always a road that we must walk. It may be rugged or flat. Treat the rugged as experience, and treat the smooth as happiness. The sun is always in front of us, chase the sun all the way, don't keep looking back at the past road, run towards the sun, and life will feel comfortable. Just like this morning, when the ray of sunshine falls on my shoulders, my heart wanders in such a warm scenery. There is no wind to disturb me. I only see the city in the sky, the elegant clouds, and the romance dancing in the sky. I don’t know , is there a legend as beautiful as a butterfly hidden in every cloud? Is our story also sleeping peacefully and sealed in a cloud?
Ever since our eyes met, your shadow has quietly fallen into my heart. I admire your talent and appreciate your kindness. Your eyes are always full of spiritual light. Can you just In this way, let me watch you quietly, don't be shy, don't panic, I see the melancholy on your forehead, where is engraved the past that you can't let go of, those sad stories will not stay with you for long , if you are willing, then let me be your pair of hard wings to take you to fly freely, be the harbor in your heart, give you the strength to move forward, and let your fragile heart rest happily every day. I see you at your most beautiful every day.
I put my heart on your chest, beating and breathing with you, feeling the purest and most beautiful heartbeat. The faint moonlight shines on the blue lake, and the water curtains blown up by the wind resist the tranquility of the night. The air is trembling with loneliness, but it conveys the persistent longing across time and space. The night is beautiful because of longing, and also because of the longing. Missing you is so touching, and with the quiet night, your handsome shadow is reflected, so beautiful, so beautiful. The pale crescent moon sleeps next to the pond. A breeze stirs up the tranquility of the night and disturbs Yue'er's dream. You are my white horse, taking me to escape in the dark night. The wind dances my long hair, whirling on your face, and the clear fragrance flows into your heart, running, running in the night.
I like to hide a care in my heart, and taste it alone in the dead of night. Even if it is bitter, even if it is helpless, the care is just a cup of fragrant coffee in my hand, accompanying me to indulge in it, and accompany me to enjoy the fading night. I look at the twinkling stars in the sky, and I know that one of them must be your eyes, staring at me the same way, with a light warmth that doesn't disturb the night, just quietly indulging in my longing. In this season, you are as bright as summer flowers and as warm as the spring breeze. We look at each other affectionately, sitting in silence for a while, looking at each other silently, laughing as before. Maybe because of you, I see the leaves are greener and the clouds are more lively. Shhh! Don’t talk, just let time stay at this moment and let me appreciate your most beautiful face. A thin pen, full of lovesickness, releases a care in the sky in June. The fragrance of ink on the paper spreads with the care, elegance, happiness and joy.
I like the beach with sunset and hazy clouds. I stand on tiptoe with joy, step on the soft gravel, feel the romance under the sunset, taste the saltiness of the sea water stirred up by the sea breeze, and all the scenery is reflected in the ebb and flow of the tide. , continues endless beauty, I completely believe that the feelings of wading through the sea and kissing the sea breeze must be vast, vast, and beautiful, and even a simple smile is as bright as a flower.
Some people say that the end of every old relationship is the beginning of a new one. Is this really the case? Some people are destined to end and cannot be repaired to perfection, because the missed fate and missed love will be taken away by time. One person walks into another person's heart, no matter how early or late it is, he will always inadvertently break into your world at the right time. This kind of intrusion is unprepared and there is no need to be guarded, because the feeling of guarding, It's not called emotion. There is a kind of fate called past life and present life. What is past life and present life? It means that two people who meet each other, even if it is only for one day, feel like meeting a lover who was lost in the past life. They feel like old friends at first sight, fall in love at first sight, and fall in love at first sight. As someone said, you were my white horse in the previous life, and I am your white horse in this life. Fate is a very strange thing. It can bind two hearts tightly together, not to stay together, but to know and cherish each other.
As night falls, the lanterns are first turned on, the delicate wind blows up the dim night, looking up at the sky, the last touch, the bright red dusk clouds hide deep in the clouds. My heart suddenly seemed to be half broken, and there seemed to be a dull pain, and my lost soul lingered in the curtain of night shadows. With his eyes looking around, everything seemed so far away. There is no news from you for a moment, and the soul seems to have left the body and is floating in the lonely air. The spirit begins to solidify. I am afraid that your love will suddenly disappear. Then, my love will return to the vulgar and creative heart. Helpless eyes will bring back loneliness and isolation. It is your love that burns the dead soul, and the soul is reborn in the mortal world, and the eyes begin to soften. It is the warmth you give, and the words "I like you" deepen the concern. Across the clouds, I began to miss you silently. You healed all my soreness with your warm heart. At this moment, love is as warm as a flower blooming, as pure as the pastoral.
Thinking of you, looking for your footprints, in the beautiful smile, I hold up countless lovesicknesses. If you are my landscape, I am willing to indulge in you. I say that I don’t love the mortal world, but Falling in love with you, thinking about your affectionate eyes, causing ripples of silent longing. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, you are the scenery in my heart, and for a fleeting moment, my soul is captured by your hot love. What else can I ask for in this life? I will be yours for the rest of my life.