How many details of life are beautiful in the smoky and empty rainy season. The twinkling stars in the sky have once fragrant the beauty of many dreams. In the flowing cloud shadow, there are wings that once longed to fly. The story is interpreted without words, and every day there is a beautiful scene! The song has not been sung, and the love has not ended. This is the end of this life. Songs and harmonies can’t form a chapter. Thinking and forgetting are wandering together, in the heart and time. I miss you hard under the lonely lamp today. I just want to ask: Are you okay? Is it easy to walk in the world? Is it so prosperous and lonely, like me, in the fleeting years of missing, that I gradually forget the way back to the horizon, wandering and lonely in the scenery where I met? In this way, it should be a beautiful season. Don’t think about how far the future is, or how long the days with pain and happiness will be. Just know that the crystal of missing has been stained with the taste of happiness in the past. I lit a heart lamp and lightened the hesitation that accompanied me all the way. Since then, my pity hearts have overlapped in each other’s waiting. How many times, I have looked at the stars in the sky and gently hung my soft dreams in front of the window, imagining that you came with moonlight and hugged you under the tree agreed in the previous life. How many times have I looked at the fragrant soul left by time and refused to disperse it for a long time, as if I was always guarding the nostalgia of previous lives. The dreamlike world has scattered your and my stories in the dry years of thousands of years. Do you also treasure the most beautiful encounter as a bookmark of years in your heart in the same way? I don’t know what year it is now and what year it was. It has already crossed the centuries of prosperity. It is always too hasty to read. Why do you remember it? It’s a passer-by in the world of mortals! Before the Jinghu case, there was a slight lock between the eyebrows to distinguish the sorrow. The bright eyes contained a lot of melancholy, which seemed to be full of worries, but also wanted to say nothing. The tired fingers leaned lightly and looked into the sky. At the end of the far corners of the sea, beyond the thousand clouds, could anyone wait for me for a thousand years? In memory, the misty rain of that year in the south of the Yangtze River, thin years, cold poetry, and the broken bridge dim who’s confused? Touching the strings and condensing tears, the fingertip definitely touched my silent murmur! The love poem in my pen, more beautiful, can you put my inherent sadness? The breeze caresses the rain, the slanting swallow wears the curtain, rolls up the early haze of the previous life, and brings with it the eternal yearning, such as the smile in the wind, telling how many souls cherish each other. The loneliness of the youth is accompanied by the wind, flowers, snow and moon. The wild geese fall on the sand, obliterating the time when thousands of horses and thousands of shadows have stepped in the Jianghu. I miss that kind of unreachable yearning, knowing that it is not a long journey, but a long way to go. Reach out in countless unknown times, unreachable and untouchable! Imagine a person wandering in the wind of nobody, in the background of desert smoke. To feel the sadness and heroism in the desolation. Let yourself stand in the wind as a shadow in the afterglow of the setting sun. Look at the smoke and dust, yellow sand all over the sky. Let the years flow, let the wild geese fly back and forth in the sky, listen to the sad voice under the clouds, and fantasize about quietly telling. Ask Yan Qu, have you penetrated the unknown encounter and parting? The light thoughts, the confusion of the season, the clouds all over the sky, if one day I go to the west, can you help me remember that year, when the flowers are in bloom, in the south of the Yangtze River on the water bank, there was a young man who used peach blossoms to cook wine and the moon to sing songs. His love poems are graceful and colorful. I’m Wen Qing, whose name is hidden!
