Text: Mountains, lakes, seas of clouds
The long river of time flows away, leaving traces of varying depths and messy in the wind. Whether you meet mountains or valleys, whether you meet shallows or sand and stones, you will have a view along the way. And the same is true for you and me in the world, loneliness and noise overlap.
The fine-leaf crape myrtle is extremely charming, but it fell into mud in a sudden rain. There was no longer much emotion to sigh a flower quietly leaving. Tall Magnolia The plain white flowers dotted on the branches with loneliness, swaying the cool time, and the ordinary me under the time.
Suddenly remembered that the white dew had passed, the cicadas had stopped, and the green reeds were floating in the dream with someone's longing. The time that is difficult to catch up does not require my eager steps, nor does it require my sad face of pity and lament. It takes away everything and also produces everything calmly.
The cold and cold weather have always been just the mood of lovers. They fall in the cool breeze, the white dew, and the quietly flourishing and withering plants and trees. They go around in circles and turns into a poem that is lingering under the pen. The remaining red and the faint fragrance, the falling flowers and the dead leaves are the broken cold clothes of time, the lengths are connected, and the dust and speechlessness of the world are covered with.
In such autumn, I look at the passing of wind and rain, count the white dew, autumnal equinox, count the frost fall, , the beginning of winter, and so far away, and so close thoughts, I will fill in the joys and sorrows of fireworks one by one. When autumn comes, the water and moon are in your hands, then walk in plain clothes and pray that the time of joy and beauty is beautiful in your eyes.
small letter red paper, I wonder if I can describe the rapid rain? The strings of the flowing water and the sound of the dripping sounds, I wonder if it can confuse the vicissitudes of time? A light day lets it go lightly, and the tranquility between the eyebrows can melt the noise of the stage.
"The life tea in the left hand, the wine in the right hand, the wine in the right hand, the drink of three thousand times has not stopped, tea wine relieves thousands of worries. Half a pot of misty rain words, a few cups of red dust sentences, mistakenly taking jade cups as Wu hooks, and the cup is tea wine." The past of clouds and mists is a clear dream, and the sadness and sorrow come into the poem as soon as the autumn comes into view.
Inadvertent encounters in time can be drunk or tasted carefully. The wine is overwhelming and the tea is everywhere. It is the best painting, embellishing the season of the clear autumn.
years, it should have been colorful, it should have a dream, I am willing to look gently, slowly, push away the lonely melancholy in the coldness of autumn water, like an aging flower tree, blooming more and more lighter and lighter Essence
The long river of time flows away, and I try to adjust the Suqin to respond to the ups and downs. The sonorous and gentle melodious tune is soft in the singing of poetry and wine. Every word is full of autumn, every word is full of flowers, every word is sighing, every word is breeze in the mountains.
The images of thousands of people are no longer just a literal understatement. They emerge in the ethereal of time, like the first meeting of autumn, clearly showing my eyes. Yes, how many times I look back and forth in such a first meeting, the graceful lines of poetry in the season are timeless and beautiful, and intriguing.
The first meeting with autumn is the past, the poem of wind and rain, the autumn wind is flowing, the strings of time is gently plucked, the music I played has entered your time and caused ripples? When I first met with autumn, I had all the joys and sorrows of separation, and I heard the whispers of autumn, falling flowers, dead leaves, and my low and bright eyebrows.
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