I have always insisted on being a gentle person, even if I have a tiger in my heart, I must have the delicacy of smelling roses. Ten years ago, it rained peach blossoms that night, and I began to do nothing. I borrow the world of mortals to look back. That year, you and I were still gentle and lovely teenagers, laughing and dusty. I drink and drink blood, you are smart. I walked through the north of Saibei, where there was the sound of war, and walked into the picturesque south of the Yangtze River, where the tea was poetic, just like when you and I were clean and moist. Ten years of silence, life and death bear the burden of the year, a night of tea.
Ten years in the dream of Jiangnan, red scarf, green sleeves and slim waist. My heart will not die until the lights on Bridge 24 run out. The peony by the river is still there. I remember your cold face. The flute on the Qinhuai River is clear and melodious, and the jade people are still drunk when playing music. Fireworks in March, I wrote poetry with one hand and exiled fate with the other. After ten years of wind and rain, tea adds fragrance, and I have long forgotten the changes of time. If time is not old, I'd rather bury my bones. For ten years, your memory and mine have long been strangers. However, I haven't forgotten the tea that year and the long book that year for many years. The brothel has a good dream and is full of affection. Ten years of dreams, a lifetime dedicated to Qing Huan. It's hard to be confused, so I'm fascinated by the confusion of tea. After sleeping for ten years, I woke up, I woke up. I have been in love with Sandy for many years. Shili Yangzhou, Sansheng Du Mu, said before. I'm drunk in Jiangnan, drunk in Du Mu's Jiangnan. However, here, his Jiangnan is no longer the Spring and Autumn Period. I was drunk in Jiangnan, drunk in the tea room for ten years, which is my inescapable fate with you. You and I, like an accidental look back in the vast sea of people, met on a gentle moonlit night. For ten years, I have been dreaming. Rolling red dust, bustling like water, all pay empty dreams. I am like this, the sea is floating, half drunk and half awake. You will always be with me. Ten years of life and death add fragrance to tea. With you, elegance never stops.
Ropa, where we met, we had our own dark dust to follow the horse. I vaguely remember the year when I met you. I was drunk with wine in my hand. At first glance, you will be attached for many years. Time is always embarrassing, and life is too long and too short. Make up your mind that Ethernet is too long and not too short, and it is only a flash. Before I had time to shout for an opportunity, I hid in the unsolved knot of this decade. As we all know, fate will never be too decisive. In the years between dreams and waking, we met and wrote a letter that won't fade for ten years. Time is not thin for me. Ten years later, tea accompanied me and planted the cause and effect of this life for me. Spring grass is not green, and it is drizzling in the south of the Yangtze River. In these years of missing, I have forgotten the days with you.
More than ten years, three thousand years, we live and die together. Drunk and dreaming, poetry and books are affectionate. For ten years, I have been writing a farewell song for thousands of years. You are my tea, stop my madness. I've provoked the dust of the world and played with fireworks in the Wan Li. And you, however, are willing to be my poetry tea, adding fragrance to my stop. You are my soul. I just want to live for you in my life. It took me a moment to walk through ten years of wind and rain before I suddenly realized that it was always your gentleness that fascinated me. In this world of mortals, I am not Du Mu who was a prostitute in those days, and you are not a charming girl dancing in your hands. I'm just me and you're just you. We, just a chance encounter in time and space, gave each other an unforgettable attachment. Ten years of life and death, with your company, the story of adding fragrance to tea is interpreted as an immortal legend in intoxication.
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. In ten years, we are all getting old, from beauty to death, from white hair to white hair. I'm here. You've been there. In this life, with tea like you, I have no regrets. Ten years and one dream have gone through years of unprovoked ridicule. I met many people and things along the way. Ten years, the sea of people has been floating and sinking, which has long been a landscape where things have changed. Only you, buried in the loess, stayed in my book and made tea for the rest of my life. In this life, if I can't go to the grave with you, I will hate the sky. You are my tea, I love you, no matter how thin your waist is, no matter how short the fireworks are. I love you all my life.
Out of the flower, I have a heroic dream. When I was a child, I cooked wine and Sang Ma spoke. I will take you through every ideal city you fall in love with, and I will wash your mind for ten years. I want to fall in love with you, simple, not extravagant, not extravagant. You are my tea companion who writes poems and lyrics with me. I want to stop for you, I want to lose all my dreams for you. I want to promise you every day and every year, I want to promise you a rainy day. We have gone through several decades, also overnight. I love you, in this abyss of love robbery; I love you, and I have been here for ten years.
A song about the participation of businessmen is getting warmer and warmer, and it is futile to care about romantic affairs. I lived and died for ten years, and you jumped off the veil and made love to me. Time is very short, ten years is like a day, but the palace business is the same. Floating life is full of idle wine, and I dye the sky. I like reading drunk, but I always watch a thousand sounds in my dreams. A glass of turbid wine gave me a memory of immortality for many years. And you, however, accompany me to live in the wilderness of love. Full of plum blossoms, ten years and one night. You and I, from sunrise to sunset, are all dependent on life and death. I am a person lost in the love of poetry and books, and I can rest in peace once. I fell in the red lips of fireworks, and you accompanied my feelings of poetry and books as always. As determined as you are, how can I fail?
The world of mortals is a dream, and the road is long, and life and death are floating in the sky. I looked at the end of the world, and I was lost in three directions. In this life, with you around, I can get away with it. Obsessed with life, I want to be a cardamom poet and dream of a brothel. And you are always behind me, playing the piano beautifully. I love you, no matter how deep the abyss, no matter how deep the despair. A ten-year heart song, an eternal sorrow. I am your constant guardian, and you are the enchanting I don't want to scatter. When I have you, I will be surrounded by mountains and rivers. Ten years with you, happiness, between a piece of paper.
Ten years of life and death add fragrance to tea. I gave you this life, and I won't live up to it. I buried the story of ten years in my heart, and it became an eternal inscription. For ten years, I was a passer-by and a returnee.
Ten years of life and death, the years are endless; Tea adds fragrance, which is unforgettable in this life.
Emotional Prose 2: Tea adds fragrance. The night is like water, refreshing and cool. I got up, my wife was fast asleep, and her white arms were like sheep fat, so cute. Quietly pushed open the door, and the surrounding became silent. A lotus fragrance came to my face, clear and faint. The moon, like a magical painter. Lotus and lotus leaves are looming in the pool, like a traditional Chinese painting, with appropriate shades. Acorus calamus is like a character in Chinese painting. Heart, quiet enough to hear the jump. Frogs in the pond have long since stopped barking, and only unknown insects are whispering.
Stepping on the bluestone path, I came to Taoyuan. The peach trees in the garden are shaded. It is already midsummer, the peach blossoms have withered, and the fruits have bent the branches. A clear evening breeze blew through the jungle, and the crescent moon hung on the treetops. Occasionally, moonlight poured into the grass through the cracks in the leaves, and the grass turned fluorescent. Lotus is mottled under the moon. The smell of grass came to my face, a little astringent, mixed with the fragrance of peaches.
Bring me my shadow from a pot of wine among the flowers and make us three people. Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and the shadow follows me. There is no wine here, only shadows accompany. Long shadows drag under the moon, getting more and more lonely. In the distance, the green hill, hazy, quietly nestled next to the moon. In front of the infinite building, there is a wave of meaning, whoever picks apples will be sent. A little bit of melancholy is slowly absorbed from the bottom of my heart. Who I was in my last life and why I was born in this life.
Every day, when you say insincere words, there will always be an emotionless smile on your face and something you don't want to do. Once heroic, I have been eroded by years and honed. Deep down, I hate myself a little. My Taoyuan, where I dream of picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely sees Nanshan, and those innocent and uncut nature have gone away from me. All I have tonight is a moment. Tomorrow, I will start again and accept the prosperity and noise again. How many years, my Taoyuan, my lotus, can only be recalled and imagined again and again in my heart. How does the tired smelly skin blend into the noise of the city? The high-rise buildings in the city are indifferent to the intimate relationship between people, and the contact between friends must be maintained by keyboards. Accustomed to the life of every household in the countryside, accustomed to the warm greetings from the heart with the villagers. A little scared, afraid of the lofty vision in the city, afraid of the timid streets full of traffic. The whole city can't hear the clear calls of birds, and can't see the nameless flowers in strange land and between the ridges. All kinds of signs are far away from my paradise. I almost lost myself.
However, no matter how deep the night is, there is always an orange light waiting for me at home, let me touch my taoyuan. A cup of fragrant tea can always evoke a long taste. With a wife without regrets and children under her knees, the heart in a foreign land will gradually warm up. I know that in this strange city, we are trying to run not only a small home, but also a dream peach blossom garden and lotus pond. There will be more and more birds singing, peach blossoms blooming and smiles blooming. The concrete road in the city can also step on distinct footprints.
The night is more urgent, the dust is clear and dew is collected, and the song is dark. I don't know when my wife stood by me, gently holding her jade-like hand and bringing a dream home.
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