Text/Dong Shijun
I miss the scene: in winter, with a fire, drink a cup of hot wine, and smoke until it is slightly smoked. Taoran, soothing, ethereal, suitable, comfortable, lazy. The heart is on the soft white clouds of cotton, wandering in the mirage fairy world. This feeling has been lost for a long time.
No, Yu Found This Drunken Dream in Song Ci. Walking into Song Ci, I walked into the heart-warming fire of winter, and when I walked into Song Ci, I walked into that cup of hot old wine. Slightly drunk in the soft Song Words, tired in the soft Song Words, and even more a heart that was soaked by the Song Words, directly lay down in the Song Words.
In this way, he was drunk in the Song Ci, peeping into the lingering of "the willow branches on the moon, and the people are about after dusk"; exploring the "when a sad dream and wine wake up, the slanting sun shines deeply in the courtyard"; the new grievance of "helpless flowers falling, déjà vu swallows returning"; admiring a painting of ink that "the little peach red is not transparent after the rain, and the new willows are still weak"; the thick acacia that feels "the tears are wet and the dried flowers are dewy, and the eyebrows are blue and gathered"; the deep loneliness of "going up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world"; the sad "night deep wind and bamboo knocking autumn rhymes, Thousands of leaves and thousands of voices are hated" of this loneliness; bitter "speechless to go to the West Building" this melancholy; xiao "white dew harvests the summer, the breeze scatters the sunset" in the autumn scenery; smells the "birds and finches call the sun, invade the eaves of the eaves" a sense of indifference; realize the "look back to the place where the serravel, return, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine"; the helplessness of "tearful eyes ask the flowers and flowers, and fly over the swing in a chaotic red"; hurt the sorrow of "three more days on the leaves of the sycamore, and the sound of the leaves is parted"; can not swallow the "looking for the search, cold and clear, miserable and miserable relatives" This kind of snub cannot be solved by the thought of "flowers floating from zero water and flowing by themselves, a kind of kindness and idleness in two places".
Little drunk in this mood that can only be understood and cannot be said, I want to get drunk more, get drunk more.
One point no. Yimeng prose