The drizzle of early winter is the most lingering and meticulous. Outside the window, the leaves of ginkgo biloba are falling, and the golden color is brilliant and translucent, like the last season of flower letters. However, there is not a word in the rhyme foot. In a corner of the wall, the bluestone city, two or three clusters of dragon claw chrysanthemums are still plain and clear, and the water eyebrows are watery. Living in time, even breathing is peaceful.
Idly turning a page of the book, the book is saying ''It is better to forget each other than to forget the rivers and lakes", step by step, but also ChuChu moving. At the moment, the heartbreaking emotions are not much. Sometimes it's just a few words of encounter, just right to cater to the story of two people, playing out the legend of immortality.
Just like the plum blossoms in the twilight snow, a night breeze falls to the pear blossoms, it is necessary to dye a wind and moon rhyme, Qingqing is angry, and the scene is born. Otherwise, it will live up to the goodwill of the red sleeves and hidden incense.
Language is the palest weapon, and no matter how it is outlined, it can never accurately express the mood of the moment. Thus, there are turbulent and displaced words, there are metaphors of broken chapters and broken sentences, there are words turned into ashes; there is a ride like a fly, crouching in the cold mountains and thin waters, pouring out the beauty and paying a drunk. The water is exhausted, and there is no way back from the cliff.
I once thought that relying on the landscape and water is the nest of returning to the truth, the Cangshan Mountains are not old, people are faint and distant, and they will not indulge in a clear word. Later, I learned that I would still deal with the poems with Qingxi flowers and trees, and I saw from the clear water that there had been, and even the ink-colored mountains were covered with sky blue verses.
Originally, I was still me, for the lips, for the grass mustard, for the Tang Wind and Song Yu who smiled lightly, for the flowers of the four seasons to bloom and not fall, for me, but also for you, laying the groundwork. If it is said: "It is better to forget each other than to forget each other", step by step is frightening, but also step by step to win.
You are swinging in the autumn grass and white reeds, sheathing and falling off the horse; I am in Chang'an City, where the winter solstice is cold, and the copper gate is double hidden. On this night, the begonia wine is full, the water is not negative, and only one scoop is cold. This night in the mountains, Mei is in the heart of the eyebrows, the snow falls to the end of the world, Xu is the best arrangement. Unfortunately, sometimes even speechlessness is superfluous.
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