Author: Wang Na
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A piece of paper incense, the years go by, thousands of loves, red and sorrowful. How many days, beautiful and sorrowful, hurried. Memories are the beauty of youth, the treasure of old age. That section of the road full of peach blossoms fell colorful, drunk poplars.
Still in love?
What I dare not answer is this journey of companionship, year after year, day after day of thoughts.
Tender time, you are by your side. Between that joy and sorrow, there are too many unforgettable carvings.
It's too far away, and it's always too late to hug and leave. It's too close, and it's always sad because I can't be together.
I didn't live as I am, and I didn't live as you liked.
A pool of water, rising and falling, falling and rising. Flowers bloom in a pool of feast, and flowers fall all over the pool and leave the fragrance.
There is something absurd in my thoughts, and there is a little disorganization in my life. In that unforgettable place, there was once a bizarre experience, an indescribable yearning, whose dreamland I went to. Looking for the old land again, only teary eyes remain, and that unusual life will eventually be forgotten little by little. It's just that the one who carved it in his heart can no longer be unloaded. Desire, how can it be just a piece of paper, there are too many ideals waiting to be realized!
"Full Court Incense Order".
Flowers have thoughts, and the moon has clothes. Half-awake and half-dreaming.
Sad world, many emperors. A lifetime of confusion and a lifetime of forgetfulness.
Two taels of wine, send spring rose. It's just that the years go to be sad.
The flying flowers are like snow and full of fragrance, and the white hair is unsolved and the lovesickness is long.
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