Condensed glow cold painting screen, falling plum smell flute has been three more. There is no one in the moon.
I am a sad guest in the world, and I know what is going on. The sound of broken intestines recalls life.
--Ichi Naran Rongruo,"HuanXi Sand"
Outside the curtain window, there is silence, and there is a layer of cool residual snow in the courtyard, thick
It has drowned out all the glitz that rises in the daytime, and the cold is like a flood of liquan pouring down a touch of light, and the cold air that eats bones is soaked. At this moment, a tortuous flute sound slowly veined with the wind into this vast night. It must be you, the man who is cold and resolute, white-clad and snow-like, with fireworks.
The lips are a song of death, accompanied by falling flowers. The flute sounded cold, like resentment, like crying. Empty thoughts scattered all over the place, and the past came and went. Who read, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves, the west wind is desolate, and the blood-colored remnants of the sun are stained with a cloud of sorrow. The mountains and rivers are a journey, the wind and snow are more, and it is difficult for the Iraqi people to see the autumn water at night. Writing calligraphy and painting, wielding ink, but helplessly, it is impossible to paint. Gambling books and pouring tea, knotting all over the orchid, walking alone only said that it was common at that time......... Scene after scene has passed
Now it has become an irreproducible sorrow, and only then do you know what has happened to you that has brought you to tears.
"Generation by generation, one by one, and two souls are being destroyed." Acacia does not look at each other.
"The first encounter with you is in this long and short sentence of mourning and stubbornness, and then I am drunk and drunk in this que ping
In the clear rhyme of The Servant. Oh, yes! Rong Ruo's words are a kind of poignant place that people can't bear to read. "The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where the clouds in the dream are found" describes how much sorrow; "A few deep feelings, deep mountains shine in the late autumn."
"How much affection to tell;" The breeze blows to the bile bottle plum, and the heart word has turned into ashes"Sing how many liver intestines!
How many times the night is low and the lights are first lit, I have read your name over and over again, and it sounds like a poignant little flower blooming under your pen, which makes people feel infinite pity. You are so affectionate that you "weep before the bell" for Lu's family. You are so kind, cold moon and sad eggplant, thousands of miles of west wind and sea sand. Your words or xiaoling are so sentimental, but they are very sad and beautiful!
You are a beautiful and beautiful prince, born of a noble family, a golden jade hall, a flat step of the eunuch sea, a prosperous brocade, everything you have is beyond the reach of others. However, why is there always a kind of loneliness in your expression that is difficult for ordinary people to touch! Perhaps, as you sigh, like a person drinking water, cold and warm self-knowledge!
What you crave is a deep affection for your beloved beauty.
This is you, a true temperament! If you are in today's world, it should be the most valuable thing for you.
Today, even though it has been more than three hundred years, the world has been singing drinking water words, but how many people know your heart?
How many westerly winds will not blow away the smoke and sand of the half of the city between your brows