#Copy Book Punch Card # Day 5
Thinking about it, thinking about it
Whispering, agreeing
Fengguan Xia, with the son with the old age
I have heard the sea and poetry, I have heard the wind and rain
All romance returns to earth
It was a wooden house, a bowl of hot soup
It is the pyrotechnic gas of chai rice oil and salt
It is the gathering and dispersion of the separation and waiting
Here please listen to Zhang Qingfang's "Rainy Night Flower"
Last night in my dream, there was a place, a pasture in the Autumn Leaf Forest.
Faintly heard, someone blowing, a song called Rainy Night Flower.
I've forgotten what the song is all about.
The rain was beautiful, the nights were cool and the flowers were fragrant.
With cares, love is no longer a castle in the air.
Homes are transformed from buildings into homes.
The morning dew at the tip of the leaf is a message when the moon leaves.
The memories evoked by a green lady have traveled hundreds of years.
Remember the green luo skirt, everywhere pity the grass.
If there is still a time to see each other, the heart is full of hope, and the process of waiting is sweet and sad.
If you don't live by this, it will be heartbreaking to see each other again in this life.
People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Shangqi Bi fell to the Yellow Spring, and the two vast places were gone.
At night, the ghost dream suddenly returned home, the small window, is grooming. There are no words for each other, but there are thousands of tears.
May you and I listen to the wind and rain in our lifetime, and cherish the time spent in the same room.
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