The call of the other shore/Haidongying Manzhu Shahua (red flower of the other shore): Endless eternity, a precursor to the end of the world, the call of the other shore. Don't go to Wangchuan, no! How can you easily forget the memories of your past life? On the Naihe Bridge, all

The call of the other shore

text / Haidongying

Manzhu Shahua ( red flower of the other shore ):
Endless eternal life, the precursor of the destruction of the world, the call of the other shore.

Don’t go to Wangchuan, no!
How can you forget the memories of your past life so easily?
On the Naihe Bridge , all kinds of memories are replayed in your mind over and over again by the Weiming Lake -
The flying leaves under the poplar trees foretell the separation.
Can you really let go of everything calmly, with nothing in your hands?
's dull eyes, their gaze gradually stagnated, showing no nostalgia for the world?
——Drink the water of the Lethe River that forgets love and hate?
Pretending to be a strange and familiar person appeared in front of me again
I can call you a withered rose, leaving you alone
- the thorn on the stem of the cone in the heart, the heartless man?

When Liu Lang walked out of Xiaoguan, did you forget me when he came face to face?
's indifferent expression is like the wind lazily ripples in the water, not remembering the past. The moment
is released, the tender sunshine feels dazzling to your eyes!
My heart is complicated and sad.
Passerby, who will you fall in love with? Will
still be me? I don't think so,
then let me remember your back -
I wonder if the clouds in the sky will
transform into what I want?
The autumn rain falls on the clear sky above the blue sky.
Where is the world in the sky, the other side of the world?

The twin flowers and leaves of Manzhushahua,
seems to have been agreed:
If we don't meet, love will depend on each other.
Why can't we meet each other forever, why
takes the initiative to avoid it? What you don't know is -
I have cut off all the meridians in my body and opened my left atrium.

I just want to follow you into the pile of dying leaves in the forest,
fallen leaves are about to fly and scatter in all directions, the other side of the flower that has failed in bloom
- just for the happiness of the three days before the autumnal equinox,
the fragrant floral fragrance brings back the memories of the past life. ,
Goodbye, your face - the lines drawn by the
fog pen, the outline is hazy,
- I stroke my hand,
my thumb rests on your eyelids, what will you say?

The dawn and the glow of the morning fly together

文/海东耛

The sun is always shining, so as to be in midsummer.
- "Book·Yao Dian"

I love this beautiful summer night - the clear sky at night,
the sleepy clouds are like lazy teenagers,
has not pulled down the curtain of the summer night;
he Quietly leaning against the burning clouds of the setting sun
- I wish people will love each other for a long time,
will not be easy joys and sorrows, and will there be no regrets about separation?
Do you envy the love between Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun?

holds your hand and escapes with the night,
falls in love with the dandelion at dawn -
will fly away from now on and bid farewell to the end of the world?
The throbbing moonlight shakes off the stars and snow
--and our heads are filled with stars.
's dazzling life, the most charming talents and beauties -
all have a promise to grow old, and after all the prosperity, they will not say separation?
shines in the eyes of you and me,
has the eyes of each other's stars.

Hastily said goodbye to the mysterious night of fireflies:
I will love you with my whole life,
In my heart - the lonely bright moon and the horizon,
The murmuring swallows fly by, looking for a long time...
Now , I have you by my side, and I also have your warm heart;
The longing of lovesickness, the shortness of words of love -
are like the phoenix bird that writes poems and burning fire, and fly together with the phoenix bird.

We were back to back and stayed up all night,
there was a scarecrow watching over the empty wheat fields
- the noise and ordinaryness of the next fifty years.
The wind gently blew through your long hair -
caressed my cheeks and teased my eyelashes;

grabbed her bare hand and asked her to say happily:
"You must promise me - never separate,
Waiting for us to walk through the long night of white snow,
let's look at the rest of our lives together - the waxing and waning of the moon. "

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