Qing Dynasty: Naran Sex de
The little banana was heartbroken, and the sound reminded him of the beginning. I want to sleep and exhibit old books. Mandarin duck small characters, just remember the hand strange.
Tired eyes at first low and confused, re-looking half blurred. The window is cold and rainy and lonely. Expected to be exhausted, or is there any emotion?
In April, it was another rainy night. Heartbreak, not only Basho heartbreak, but Naran heartbreak. Early is also Xiaoxiao, late is also Xiaoxiao, throughout the ages, basho with rain always seems to like to appear in poetry. Raindrops plantain, into the dream, wine half drunk Tang Wang Zun heart love the rivers and lakes; into the painting, there is the white stone old man big leaf splashing ink splashing; into the music, into the music, the water drop banana leaf, whispering, complaining about the pain of lovesickness in the world.
In Naran's heart, Basho's heart is not in it, right? Because of its lack of development, the branches and leaves can hide the memories of Naran's dream for half a lifetime, and the layers can accommodate Naran's sentimental and sensitive heart. Not to mention Nalan, "This night the banana rain, who smells on the pillow", even the lin kui of the plum wife crane can hardly hide the sultry feelings under the banana rain.
Now it rains at night outside the house, the lonely lights reflect the cold shadow, and the short three words of "remembering the beginning" are like a sharp sword cutting off the feelings of this life. The sound of wind and rain outside the window is in your ears, how many days and nights have passed with the wind and rain tonight? How many sleepless nights will there be alone in the future?
At that time, the delicate and witty words lingered in the ears, and the shyness of the desire words came to mind, and the shy figure seemed to be visible in the small characters of the Mandarin Duck. However, a man who has lived once in his life and a couple now has a few pages of old books dipped in the tears of acacia. The pages of the book turned over, the past years looked back at the head, the heart was also broken and scattered in the wind and rain outside the window at this moment, tears in the eyes, and could no longer recall the person of interest. Or this lone lamp around, but no longer high candle red makeup, only cold moon residual light or clear out of the window cold rain.
Alas, a dream is like a thousand years, it has always been people who grow up to hate the water and the east, and how many obsessions are left in this world. The Word is merciless, and it is difficult for the depths of love to help itself. The love of this life has been determined, even if the Iraqis have gone. Single-mindedly waiting for the next life, may the next life continue to be unfinished, but is there a future life?
A love, a dream. Dreams can be repeated, but emotions are difficult to continue. At this time, please cherish the people around you, seriously love, this life is enough, in the next life who knows in the past life, just ethereal.
Really, love, like the rape flowers by the river, is ordinary but the most intoxicating. Lost in it, I'd rather not find my way back.