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Original prose title: "Full Moon in the West Wing, May you be gentle"
Author: The shallow moon is very cold (2013-11-0615: 00)
Excerpt:
One is willing to win a heart, and the other is never apart.
In that season, when those red berries come in spring, I only want to pick more for you as a symbol of our love; That night, leaning alone on the column, the smoke cage is full of sand in the cold moon, and the west building is full of music; At that time, if the water was three thousand roads, I suddenly looked back at one thousand Baidu and felt depressed. Singing softly, singing softly, bustling and ups and downs, is empty after all. Lonely and sad songs, splashed with ink between flowers, last forever. The mountains are high, just to dance with you.
Turning to exile, on the stone, I whispered my feelings and looked back in amazement. Qian Shan is full of water, intoxicated and lingering, obsessed with one thought, and carefree in piano thinking. Holding a roll hurts the body, pear blossoms bring rain, and marriage is robbed. Don't worry. Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, misty dust and sunny dusk, human feelings, full of west building in the next month.
Sitting in front of Xiao Xuan's window, thrush is wearing red makeup, pouring out the tenderness and warm moonlight of his life. Break the bridge independently, wander in the world, make an appointment to fall in love, and wait for you to speak your mind. Dancing in the flowers, intoxicated on the water, rippling on the boat, a wisp of love light. Poetry is fragrant, the West Chamber is full of shadows, wood and stone are in front, and English mandarin ducks are buried.
In my life, I have traveled all over Qian Shan just to meet you. I hope time doesn't drive you away, and I will watch the Wizard of Oz you walked through in the misty rain. In this life, I follow the ends of the earth just to be with you. I hope the noise will not erase the purity of your heart, I will dye the breeze and drizzle you have spent; Tonight, the moon is full of beautiful shadows. I tuned the piano and looked for it. I only wish you to return to the mountains and rivers. You know what it means to be sad to leave, to be drunk and romantic every night, but not to forget the vows you made. The agreement will eventually become a * * * tie the knot. Let me talk about it alone.
Between peach blossoms, this shore and the other shore, heartless people return. If you grind out the fallen petal, the beauty is thin and drunk. Tonight, I am drinking wine and dancing alone in green, just for a dream. If you don't see me, even if the wind and rain are sinister and the years are limited, I will accompany you to get drunk for three generations and will never leave. The flowers are still blooming, and the night is short and the dream is empty. Empty and lonely, ethereal, who laughs with me in the world of mortals? Miss each other and don't want to see each other, alone on the other side. Looking forward to a hundred years of loneliness, who will accompany the complainant? Changting grass is sad, fireworks are falling, and the wind is coming to you. Who acquiesced in the picturesque scenery? (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
If the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, there is still a tear, which is a reincarnation waiting for you. If the ocean of tears dries up, there is still a heart, which is my persistent old dream for you. I would like to draw a pair of tearless eyes for you, just to look at you. I want to sing a love song for you, and I will spend my life just for you. I would like to write a clear poem for you that is not sad and makes people haggard because of Iraq. Flying butterfly with Junyue, I touch the piano and you play the flute, and I have no regrets in this life.
Flowers bloom and two fall, and do it and cherish it.
Gentle eyes can't see through the frustration of the Millennium cycle. Like a chivalrous heart, I can't drink a cup of melancholy. Swing a sword like a rainbow and think like a dream. If there is love in the sky, it will not last as long as water. If it weren't for the heartbreak of "forbearance in the earth and forbearance in the sky"; One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will continue forever ",so there is no regret" If life is like the first sight, why draw a sad fan in the autumn wind ". How could two of a kind cherish each other if it weren't for the oath that "mountains have no borders, heaven and earth are one, but dare to separate from you"?
Who writes for whom, who cries for whom. Miss charm and intoxication. No matter how beautiful the promise is, it is just a dead letter. No matter how beautiful it is, it is also empty and sparse.
Small bridges and flowing water, single tall buildings, flying flowers like dreams, misty rain like sorrow. A look back on the past life, in exchange for this life together. The misty years turned into a little sadness and were left behind in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Burning incense for you, scattering a touch of sadness. Watch it for me and worry when you have time. The tide rises and falls, and the moon is full. Origin and fate, the wheel fell back to the world, and the world was drunk and sleepless.
Seeing flowers in the fog is a dream. Cherry blossoms are a beautiful year, and parting is a pain. Touching the piano under the moon, my eyes are blurred, singing softly, singing a song, leaving the world behind. In the moonlight, it is a beautiful myth to smile like a flower and sing like a mandarin duck. A thousand-year dream, the past is as light as water. At the end of the song, people are scattered. The Millennium dream was awakened. A love that consumes everything, a pale oath. Unfamiliar flowers have failed, and beauty has withered. Flowers bloom and fall, and cherish it!
If love lasts long, will you be there sooner or later?
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Feather clothes are beautiful, if your eyes are clear and your eyebrows are far away, you come from the world of mortals, whispering and lowering your eyebrows, like wind and floating water, lifting up 3,000 pieces of hair, hurting my eyes and pitying my heart in every way. It's been a thousand years since we met and smiled.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? Once in love, love is divided into two places, two concentric soul dreams and you * * *. Drunk for a thousand minutes, drunk tonight, and heartbroken tonight. Acacia tears, falling on the fingertips, dripping ink into injury. But I've been worried that it's hard to hate long-lasting love because there are clouds outside, and silver is far away from China. Tears asked the flowers to be silent. I looked back at Hong, but I didn't see infatuated Lang. Once promised, the end of time, vicissitudes of life will always be a dream, and if the sky is old, the heart of virginity will be desolate several times. It is difficult to have a lover, whether it is infatuation or infatuation. If you are not old, this feeling will never change. You are my eternal attachment.