A new song of wine a glass, a thought of flowers falling in love.
The red dust is so deep, how many lonely souls are wandering in the earthly world.
Tired, sore, bitter, laughing, no one knows.
Acacia is actually a disease.
There is no cure and no cure.
People, once they have harmed acacia, are most afraid of acacia, and they cannot help but miss each other, and the most bitter is acacia.
Once the sea was shipwrecked as water, except for the Wushan Mountain is not a cloud. This is Yuan Jiu's acacia.
This can be a memory, but it was already confused at the time. This is Li Shangyin's acacia.
Life is a love obsession, and this hatred is not related to the wind and the moon. This is Ouyang Xiu's acacia.
In this life, or in the next life, love and hate, if there is a good medicine, you are the medicine. This is my acacia.
Lovesickness, lovesickness, moonlight flowers, in the red dust brilliant several times.
When the flowers bloom, I write about the flowers; and when the flowers fall, I must write about you.
The origin of the fate is gone, time has carved the face, the old memories are stained with wind and frost, gently shaken, it is the vicissitudes of the sea, but I can not wait for the sea to dry and rot.
Crossing the sea of people, crossing the river of time, a casual moment, that pair of eyes, that smile, has since become the warmth of memory.
I love you dearly.
I said, do you believe it?
You shake your head, with a smile that will always be so warm on your face.
You are my robber in the red dust. And in this life, I came to cross the robbery.
When I have passed, I will be able to soar to god; but if I do not cross, it is the depth of love and shallowness.
But who am I going to listen to with this full of lovesickness?
I write acacia into poetry, into words, into every word that concerns you.
A song of acacia, into the river and mountains and rivers, walking in the red dust, leisurely like a dream, as sad as yesterday.
You say, don't be too attached.
There are many things to cherish in life, and you don't have to spend your time on you. But how do you know how turbulent the flood of thoughts is when acacia becomes a disaster, when thoughts become rivers, when the levee is broken?
But you turned slightly, leaving me with a fading back.
Let's go, let's go, even if you go far, it doesn't make me think about it.
I know that not every brilliant flower can bear fruit, but when the flower blooms, how can you pretend not to care.
When I couldn't bear the fruit, I blossomed those beauties again and again in my memories.
When I meet you, I know that it is the most beautiful robbery in this life.
You walk your sunshine avenue, I walk my thorns all over the ground, even if it is scarred, I always have to hit the south wall a few times to try.
Didn't a certain literati say that there was no road in the world, and the more people walked, the more roads became?
And I, the road to your heart may never exist, but as long as I walk a few more times, I may have a way.
I admit that I have taken root in my heart and have an obsession, as if I were possessed by a demon. If you don't let yourself hit your head and break the blood flow, how can you let go.
In this life, people should cling to it for someone, regardless of themselves.
In feelings, in life, it is not a bad thing. Wherever there is a smooth road, it is just that others are working harder.
I don't need anyone to persuade me to let go, I don't need anyone to persuade me that I should stop in moderation, my emotions, only when I let go, are the real let go.
And until then, falling in love with you is my biggest bet in this life, are you really willing to see me lose?
The years are silent, and you are speechless.
Love, if not two loves, is destined to be one person running and one person chasing. And the result of love, in addition to happiness, is also destined to be one person letting go, or one person turning back.
At least, at least for now, I'm not willing to let go, are you willing to turn back?