Author: Feng Xi Photo: Network
Hua Zhi resigned from the solitude, outlining the gentleness of the remnant sun, the new tea just burned the throat, the Shuo wind was incomprehensible, the joy of empty lovesickness, the rouge pen and ink accompanied me in the twilight, and it went through years and years.
How to make a pot of wine into a treasure, are all memories of your thoughts, hidden in your hometown of your return, and rippled through our past lives.
Tossing and turning thoughts, compassion as a pen, the stars in your dreams are transformed into you, and the love and hate that are close at hand are my red hearts, the extravagance of devout light and shadow, when to fulfill your promises.
One thought blossoms, one thought falls, we appreciate the vicissitudes of the wind, three thousand flashy, difficult to say that the world is difficult, the other shore has no shore, and finally sad about the vastness of the river of love.
Acacia is a disease, it is difficult to heal itself, it is even more difficult to heal, how can I blame you for leaving, the flowers blossom and fall of the four seasons, everything has laws, why ask the return date.
Wearing a red coat, letting the cold and warm alternate, the wind posture proudly wants to be amazed again, I am still drunk in the canyon with you, just like the thick heart sublimated into eternal tranquility, accompany you to see the mountain scenery.
Holding the hand feelings spread through the boundless wind and moon, strange, your long-lost posture flew to the ground, the desolate scenery suddenly had a Qionghua, prompting our encounter, and the rhythm of the wind, you drilled into the heart one by one, unconsciously to the heart, where an unusual time flower bloomed.
In the incense of encounters, there is the warmth of your meeting, slightly sour of acacia, every time you see it, you rejoice deeper, and when you don't see it, you sink into that dream, but it is you, and it is only you, so that I am drunk in the dream.
In this lonely deep sea, the heart of longing reaches the other shore, in the glimmer of the night sky, there is a burning gaze for you, love is a wave that cannot retreat, and the love on the other shore is silently accompanied by a permanent heart in the intertwining of the sun and the moon.