Author: Xiang Chu Yan Li
A handful of broken porcelain, landing sound, palm print. As time goes by, the broken porcelain of love is still bright, but with a little melancholy and a little loneliness, watching the death of love, love is not old and lush. Meet the world of mortals, love deeply, once geometry? I fell into the deep valley of love, and now I can see through it. Love is also a waste, I would like to become a butterfly, just to stick to an eternal love song.
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A piece of mountain green ink dye, who put acacia into the ink?
Standing alone in the dark before dawn, crossing the rows of tall buildings in the town, I think you are far away. Coveting the night, I wrote down my thoughts before dawn. If you feel persistent, can you give me an answer? Before this happy June.
Knock on the window of time, have a pair of clear eyes, look at your seaside across time and space, a kind of yearning spreads, climb the branches of missing softly and alone, remember floating across the sea and clouds, and swim in your water and cloud sword. The embarrassing world can't stop the loneliness. I think and think, and I stumble. I just want to tell my unchanging love with thin pen and ink. Only your well-being can get my peace of mind. I have prayed for countless days and nights, looking forward to those eager eyes and looking for a sunny day in your life.
Lonely soul, stained with a thick layer of frost by summer, can't find your footprints, but miss your face, and your dreams are full of twists and turns. I just want to sing another love song for you, even if the tone and melody are missing and messy, why not? I only want song for you, you can touch me. Meeting in the dark and leaving in a panic left me with faint fragrance, residual memories, indelible deep connection, and my soul shook off the helplessness at this moment.
I remember that day, you came gently, covered with morning light, with elegance and fine clothes. After such a long time, you should know that I have never left your side, and I can't control my endless thoughts about you. I know your love for me is not a simple pen and ink. If you want to sail, don't forget to bring my blessing. If you have doubts, remember to be quiet.
I feel distressed for you, shed tears for you, and my heart is broken to see you haggard. When your eyes open to the night, my heart collapses in the night. You use your weak body to support a love and spread it in the world of destiny. I hate that all the red candles are gone and the flowers are flying. What is the burden? Being with you is also a kind of beauty. Lonely and frosty, I always leave you at Acacia Ferry. You are my constant concern and fetters. Wanshui Qian Shan loves you and leaves you in our most beautiful years. Even if I love you, it's a moth to a fire. I have no regrets. I just want to leave you in a city, and eventually I won't escape from each other's world and embrace each other.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. It was you who floated across my sky, leaving a tender and lifelong affection. Looking up and staring, the city in the sky is still blue, the breeze is moving, and there are thousands of soft clouds, if mountains and rivers are intertwined, if butterflies are lingering. When the wind blows, the clouds that embrace each other are sent away, and each goes its own way, each graceful and restrained, and deduces the love in the sky opposite. How much love is there in the world of mortals? It is not accidental meeting and falling in love, but being swept away by time inadvertently, leaving a yearning, drifting and dying alone. Once upon a time, perhaps the muscles tortured by time have become fragments, only that yearning is still lingering in my heart, watching in memory and remembering in watching. How much moved, how many tears, only let the long years explain, wandering in the depths of pen and ink.
I write down my thoughts again and again, and feel sad again and again. You see, those piles of paper have already been engraved with the appearance of acacia. Those tears blurred the old days, and my heart stood in the middle of the vast time. Distant care, under the gaze of my eyes, becomes clear and quiet. At this moment, are you still missing the Iraqis in the distance? You can't imagine her haggard eyes that have dried up for you. Once delicate and touching, she has blurred her eyes in the barrier of Qian Shan, threw away the gauze in her eyes and picked up the deep affection in the world. Those intoxicating, lonely fingers that climbed to her heart, waving in the shadow of ink, could not change their love and unforgettable feelings. They just want to bet on the clear shadow of ink in this life and next life.
I miss you in a daze. Be careful to be moved back by the past again. Those terrible stories, in memory, like broken beads, slide down in the bottom of my heart, bringing endless thoughts. If missing is a disease, maybe I am terminally ill because of you, and there is no cure. You say me or me, you or you. Never changed, just turned into years. In the long years, my cheeks are covered with fleeting vicissitudes. We are lingering, but our love is so constant that we will never grow old at any time. Your heart and mine are still connected, walking on the world of mortals of you and me, walking with each other.
Two gentle winds pass through the forest, and acacia is like a dream.
Sitting in time thinking, there are always some people that we will never forget, and there are always some stories. When I think of them, my eyes are astringent, and many blues fill my heart. But there are always some wonderful encounters, still on the road, leaving behind the sadness and troubles of the past. In the world of mortals, there are still so many beautiful things standing in front of us, waiting for us to have, cherish and appreciate. Missed scenery, missed people, those are fate, giving up and giving up will be unified. Don't feel lonely and lonely, you see the flowers are still blooming ahead, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. The air-dried years, such as the sunset glow of the sand neon shadow, and the evening clouds are clear and the wind is coming late, all of them follow her to the end of the world and grow old.
Flowers shed tears, Ye Fei Road is long in autumn, and feelings are slowly flustered in the dream. I cling to the world of mortals that I can't throw away, waiting for my eyes to be locked, waiting for my hair to be covered, waiting for my acacia to be concerned. My heart is broken. I can see butterflies around my shoulders. Is that man still in the dim light? The shadow of the Iraqis is shaking. A dream that has been searched for thousands of miles needs the feelings of independence and loneliness of predecessors to pin the meaning of the column, to meet you, and the years are ruthless. It is easy for people to meet each other intentionally, but it is difficult to wake people up in dreams at other times. When they wake up, they will fall like flowers when their fate is empty, drifting with the flow. What? The recluse of the Qing dynasty did not touch the dust, was restless and had shallow fingers. A piece of paper promises that the wind is far away, the breeze is very cold, and the curtains are watched by one person. If you don't meet, you can't live without each other. If you don't know each other, you can't hold hands in the world. We all cherish each other. At this moment, we are all angry. Hemerocallis forget our troubles.
Time will let us end many stories. Quiet people, in time, make their hearts more stable, while restless people will also be polished off by time, so that their hearts gradually become round. Those sad memories, occasionally remembered, are a kind of memory, and always remembered, that is a kind of suffering. Our feet are on the ground and the ground is under our feet. In life, there is always a way that we must take. Maybe it is rugged, maybe it is flat, rugged, treat it as experience and flatness, and treat it as happiness. Sunshine, always in front of us, chasing the sunshine all the way, don't always look back at the past, run towards the sunshine, and life will feel comfortable. Just like this morning, when the sunshine fell on my shoulder, my heart wandered in such a warm scenery. Without the interference of the wind, I only saw the city in the sky, the flowing clouds and the romance dancing in the sky. I wonder if there is a legend as beautiful as a butterfly hidden in every cloud. Is our story also in a cloud, sleeping and sealed?
From the first eye contact, your shadow quietly fell into my heart, admiring your talent and your kindness. Your eyes are always shining with a halo. Can you let me look at you quietly? Don't be shy and don't panic. I see the sadness on your forehead. You can't let go of the past and those sad stories. I won't stay with you for long.
I put my heart on your chest, heartbeat with you, breathe with you, and feel the purest and most beautiful heart. Faint moonlight, sprinkled on the blue lake, the water surface was rolled up by the wind, resisting the tranquility of the night. The air is trembling because of loneliness, but it conveys a persistent yearning through time and space. The night is beautiful because I miss you, and moving because I miss you. The quiet night reflects your handsome shadow. Beautiful, beautiful. A faint crescent moon sleeps by the pond, and a breeze stirs up the tranquility of the night, disturbing the dream of the moon. You are my white horse, take me away from the darkness. The wind is dancing my long hair, dancing on your face, fragrant and clear, flowing into your heart, running, running in the dark.
I like to keep a concern in my heart and taste it alone in the dead of night. Even if it is bitter, even if it is helpless, it is also a cup of mellow coffee in my hand, accompanying me to indulge and enjoy the hazy night. I looked at the twinkling stars in the sky. I know, there must be a pair of your eyes, staring at me equally, shallow and warm, not disturbing the night, so quietly addicted to missing. This season, you are as bright as summer flowers and as warm as spring breeze. We love each other deeply. While sitting, we looked at each other silently and laughed as before. Maybe because of you, I see greener leaves and smarter clouds. Shh! Don't talk, so let time stay at this moment, let me appreciate your most beautiful face. A thin pen, covered with acacia, flies a care in the sky in June, and the ink of paper notes is spread out, flowing, happy and happy.
I like the hazy beach in the sunset, stand on tiptoe to feel the romance in the sunset, taste the salty sea water rolled up by the sea breeze, and all the scenery will continue endlessly in the ebb and flow. I fully believe that the feeling of crossing the sea and kissing the sea breeze must be vast, vast and beautiful, even if it is a simple smile.
Some people say that the end of every old relationship is the beginning of a new one. Is that really the case? Some people, destined to the end, can't repair perfection, because the missed fate and feelings will be taken away by time. When a person walks into another person's heart, no matter what time, he will inadvertently break into your world at the right time. This intrusion is unguarded and does not need to be guarded, because guarded feelings are not called feelings. There is a fate called past life. What is past life? In other words, two people who meet, even for one day, are like lovers who met and lost in previous lives. They fell in love at first sight, at first sight, at first sight. Just like who said, you were my white horse in previous lives, and I am your white horse in this life. Fate is a very strange thing, it will make two hearts tightly tied together, not to be together, but to know each other and cherish each other.
Night falls, the lights are on, the delicate wind rolls up the night, looks up at the sky, and the last touch, purplish dusk, is hidden in the depths of the clouds. Heart, suddenly like a half-cracked, seems to have a faint pain, lost the soul, gentle in the night shadow curtain. Looking into your eyes, everything seems so far away. I haven't heard from you for a while. If my soul leaves my body and floats in the lonely air, my spirit begins to solidify. I'm afraid your love will suddenly disappear. Then, my feelings will return to the vulgar and creative heart, and those faint and helpless eyes will find loneliness again. It is your love that burns the dead soul, regenerates the soul in the world of mortals, and your eyes begin to soften. It is the warmth you have given, and a sentence I like you has deepened my attachment. Through the clouds, I began to miss you silently. You soothed all my acid with your warm heart. At this moment, love is a warm flower, as pure as the countryside.
Miss you, find your footprints, and roll up countless red neon lights of acacia in a beautiful smile. If you are my scenery, I am willing to indulge in you, saying that I don't love the world of mortals, but I love you, thinking about your affectionate eyes and gods, and making ripples of silent thoughts. Picturesque mountains and rivers, you are the scenery in my heart. For an instant, your soul will be captured by your passionate feelings. What else can I ask for in this life? I will support you all my life.