Author: Zhang Xueyong
Last night's wind and rain, a tree and flowers in the early morning. Spring comes to send a few branches, may you pick more.
Time is shallow, the years are prosperous, boil a pot of new tea, listen to the wind and rain at night;
One person, one city, the years are cold and the old dreams are cold. Those withered prosperity, cold past. Overnight, the lovesickness is far away, and the loneliness is boundless. I have also been chased by time to go to an amazing encounter, and I have also been confused and forgotten, and I have walked through a light festival.
Time, polishing and fading everything, memories, smearing the past with the color of spring. After the hustle and bustle is loneliness, after the bustle is loneliness.
The long years, the years go by, no matter how much time is flashy, it is a guest in life. You are a woman with a clear moon and a clear wind, I am a passer-by who picks flowers and listens to the rain, there is always a story left for the past of the years of agarwood.
Time is shallow, and the years are prosperous. One step at a time, one tree and one flower bloom. On a rainy night in the small window, the pen and ink write the vicissitudes of life.
If life is a practice, then the rest of your life will have to be simplified. Keep an original intention and take on a mission, the grass and trees will also have a heart, and the mountains and rivers are even more affectionate.
A cup of tea, a line of poems, do not ask about the vicissitudes of the world, a book, a curtain of dreams, just for the confidant to be red. Maybe not forever, but I know that you are my love, and even if I can't go back to the past, I will still believe in my promise.
I am your sea, you are my mulberry field. The clouds and water are clear, and the time is endless. Brew a new cup of tea, dream of the future, rejoice, no regrets and no complaints.
Seeing all the flowers, looking back with a smile on my face, I wish you to meet your lover and spend the New Year happily.