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"Night listening" is the mark of the years, the most beautiful time

"Night listening" is the mark of the years, the most beautiful time

Author: Xiang Xue Ruolan Recitation: Egret

Across the ink fragrance, reminisce about a period of flowing years

Beautiful lines of poetry fall into the shallow time

The old chapters of the past, deep attachment

Magnificent petals

One petal is twisted into the red dust, and one petal is treasured in the heart

The petals are all memories of the secluded life of the flowing years

"Night listening" is the mark of the years, the most beautiful time

Through the twilight, reminisce about a period of time

Time is fading, and the clouds are faint

Who's calling

The most beautiful ripples of the flowing years were swept up

Who's a wisp of sorrow

Lingering in the softest scenery of the season

Through the memory, reminisce about a period of time

The story of the one that is moored in the bend of the eyebrow

When it became cinnabar

Made captives of love before dawn

And I would like to be in a song of lovesickness

Bury yourself deeply

"Night listening" is the mark of the years, the most beautiful time

How many light years crossed the two sides of the river

Memories have a faint fragrance in reincarnation

Time flows quietly in the fireworks

Spread your palms and I am born again in your name

The original never forgot the love

Still in the earthly world, opening up a landscape of charm

Strange upscale years, the wind and smoke

That touch of encounter through the wind and frost, over the snow and rain

Enriched the time around the corner

Gentled the cherished verses between the eyebrows

Ink into the edge, the beauty of the landscape opened

When you think about it, how it is stained with the aroma of the soul

"Night listening" is the mark of the years, the most beautiful time

Across the time, reminisce about a period of time

Allow me to silently reminisce in the depths of my soul

Listen to the whispers of the wind blowing away the vicissitudes of the floating world

The first encounter opened up like flowing water

The heart is like a flower that vividly brings out the beauty of the years

The lingering rain is another season of colorful flowers and leaves

Sit in the memories and pick up a passage of time

Listen to the love songs of red dust sing over and over again

I know that earthly love is still there

Some of the circumstances did not go far

Slowly approaching you

As long as your heart is in the direction of the sun

"Night listening" is the mark of the years, the most beautiful time

Walk through the imprints of the flowing years and walk through the red dust of the crab leaves

I saw time pass like sand

I heard life set sail in tears

Stand at the ferry of the heart

The wind brushed the fingers over the stranger

I believe that all experiences are the best given of time

On this shore, there is wind and rain

Counting the years, there are injuries and pains

Walk through the years and gently open the door of time

Let those dripping feelings in the green grass of the soul

Root, sprout, bloom brilliant flowers

Let the imprints of those years sway among the landscapes

The most beautiful time, and I will cherish it with the affection of a lifetime

"Night listening" is the mark of the years, the most beautiful time

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