Remnant dreams are like smoke, and feelings return to misty rain.
Author: Shuigang
Light sadness and shallow wind, dim shadow under the moon. When will the geese return, and when will the dreams wake up?
Through the cycle of the four seasons, I put the word acacia on the peach petals, blooming in the branches of March, and welcoming the spread of Chun Qing in the gentle breeze and drizzle. Flying flowers on strangers are as light as dust; Autumn water is full of flowers, ever-changing. When the geese return, the setting sun is round; Shallow singing, * * * dancing the sky.
Decorate the path with red, which is the love of three generations falling together; The flowing water gurgled and took away the high-spirited youth. But I am still outside of time, waiting for that wonderful past and gently hanging the curtain of that perfect dream.
Tonight, I fell asleep in a faint sadness. Outside the window, there are thousands of leaves hanging on the beautiful trees, whispering among the flowers, which makes people feel melancholy.
Looking back, I feel like a misty rain; I am full, but I have experienced many vicissitudes. When the wind blows, acacia is mottled. Indulge in the euphemism and expectation of words, I will meet you in the most beautiful world of mortals and enjoy a long tune.
Nowadays, the road is long and the feelings are far-reaching. How many feelings are entangled in the world? Eager, affectionate and loving enough to write many words into poems for you!
I lit the candle in my heart and watched you appear in the morning smoke. In the depths of falling red, the concerned green vine is spreading silently, guiding the place to watch you, leaving thousands of feelings and sending many sentimentally attached.
In the lingering drizzle, it brings tenderness and romance to you and me; In the colorful autumn of English, the rustling autumn wind ripens the red beans of your feelings and mine; In the silence of falling flowers, you and I dance in the faint fragrance floating shadows; The running water washed away our locked brows.
Through this emotional winter, there will always be all love and variety. Having a season of wheatgrass is the most beautiful emotion in this life. However, how to cross this emotional bottleneck?
I threw a clear tear from the sky. In the middle of the night, it melts into the faint moonlight on your body, and with the wind of the Tang Dynasty and the rain of the Song Dynasty, it becomes a poem gracefully.
My thoughts are a landscape that you and I passed by in previous lives. In the memory of Huangsha, along the footsteps I walked, it was fixed as a companion in this life.
Expectations that grow in the heart, such as spring rain, moisten the grassland of emotions and are like roses that grow in the heart. In summer, it thrives year after year. Like flying flowers, like broken jade, pieces of dance fall between you and me at this time.
The surging desire in my heart quietly blooms every night, waiting for the familiar figure in my dream for a long time. So far away, looking forward to meeting you in the deepest part of the world of mortals.
This is a thousand steps away, but it is insurmountable; A thousand miles in the throat. I am sentimental, empty and nostalgic. Acacia's red tears fall in the mottled moon shadow. I long for a ray of tenderness and warmth. When the wind blows, people don't sleep, dancing for shadows, but they are alone. Flowers bloom and fall, but I don't know who to be in this life.
There is the illusion of dancing outside the window, which makes me miss your eyes and your affection in my dream. I don't know when you will come back. The faint fragrance makes my heart warm and my feelings are born from my heart. My heart is no longer ebbing and flowing, and my shallow thoughts have fallen asleep. At this time, I can only use words to vent my tenderness.
If you are the wind, blowing green leaves that belong to your feelings and mine will make life lush.
If you were the rain, you would splash romantic memories that belong to you and me, and shed honey and tenderness.
If you are a leaf, you will accumulate deep feelings that belong to you and me, and you will flow in the veins.
If you are a butterfly, you and I both belong to you, and I am slightly drunk in the breeze.
If you are snow, elegance in this life belongs to you and me, dancing leisurely in the sky alone.
If you are a dream, it belongs to you and me. How much love is lingering, and it is sprinkled in the future.
How I want to experience with you, a beautiful encounter, a sincere love, a melodious care all the way, and a lifelong attachment to butterflies. Because of you, I am no longer lonely in the cold night; Because I love you, I am no longer lonely. So, quietly condense the feelings in my heart; So, every night, I sleep with your name on my pillow. Are you a ferryman on the world of mortals?
You and I met Shuiyunjian, and I would like to bring you sunshine and spring rain, without too much heaviness and fetters. I hope a lotus heart can call back your life, lead you into a dream, walk slowly together, and sing the prosperity and loneliness of this life with our warmth.
In this life, you and I have mixed feelings, drunk with the wind and drunk with the rain. The watch of the soul drives away the loneliness and coldness in the heart. Sweep away the dust, gently buckle your heart, and sing softly the love and attachment to the other side of the world.