"Farewell"
Li Shutong modern times
Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green.
The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.
The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the knowledge of the half-scattered.
A pot of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight.
Ask the jun when to come here, and when he comes, don't linger.
Life is rare to have a happy gathering, but there is no separation.
Changting Ancient Road, green grass, evening breeze blowing willows, flute sunset, raise a glass of wine to say goodbye to distant friends. The friends and relatives who had gathered together before unconsciously dispersed, and it was not easy to meet and get together at the end of the world. Drink a glass of turbid wine and have fun, and happily stop letting each other have chilling dreams! Fate makes friends intimate, but the years change, the world is uncertain, and the sudden separation allows confidants to understand each other's recent situation through various channels, and people and things have gone farther and farther, leaving sadness in vain.
Over the years, we have been running all the way, forgetting all the way, choosing all the way, discarding all the way, but there are always some people in your flow years, lingering, as long as you think of the past, they will appear in line.
Life is like a river, it can never flow backwards. Along the way, I have experienced spring, summer, autumn and winter, severe cold and heat, and many obstacles; I am used to every hasty parting, and I am used to every passing by. The moment it merges into the sea, it means that his legendary life will return to peace. People are different from rivers in that they always store too many memories, and when the flame of all passion is burned, there will always be many sadness.
In just over twenty years, we have drunk too much farewell wine, but we have never received any more wine from the wind. The senders were still there, and the departers never returned. Those who said goodbye did not know whose memories they had taken root.
The rain of the small building, whose dream was wet last night? Whose red sleeves still have the afterscent of the year? Who looked back and smiled, whose yesterday was bright, whose today was deserted? The bustling past condensed in the nerve endings opened its teeth and claws in the deepest night, slamming the door that held the memory again and again. When the flowers bloom, Jun will slowly return.
Those who look like when they were young, those who stay between the ribs, the people and things that are faintly painful, over and over again encourage the brain to change the frozen years, even if there are too many regrets, even if the age is getting closer and closer to the midpoint of life, we still want to return to the past days of wanton wielding, unrestrained, dare to love and hate.
In every hasty passage of time, you and I are the ones who are emotional, talking calmly and quietly mourning alone in the night sky. While saying that the road ahead should be brave to break through, we will see each other again, but at the same time, we use spirits to intoxicate our minds and use anesthetic thinking to avoid the parting of the sheng.
When you said these words, I saw the confidence flowing in your eyes, and I felt your strong heartbeat. At that moment, in that scene, in that situation, I think whoever believes it, we'll see you again. The happiness of the past cannot stop the pain of parting, this time, the end of the world, life and death are unknown. Alone guarding the window, how can it be black? The rings of the year are rolling, the years are superimposed, three cups and two lights, it is difficult to stop the cold of the heart.