text | Wang Chengjia
Do you understand my mood at this moment? Your appearance is like a clear spring flowing in the desolate desert, or like a cheerful flute sound floating on the lonely wilderness. How can my heart not be overwhelmed by you? Almost at the moment of meeting, you were deeply imprinted in my mind and made me unforgettable for a long time.
The golden autumn October was originally the season of harvest, but I was like a withered fallen leaves, suffering from the autumn wind and rain. I have never missed lovesickness in my life, so I missed lovesickness; my body is like a floating cloud, my heart is like a flying catkin, wandering around in the endless wandering. I cannot jump happily and freely like the gurgling stream. The petals of youth are so harsh to me, as if an invisible abyss keeps me from thousands of miles away. The thousands of stars in the sky represent my thousands of thoughts; those blinking and blinking are my constant calling. What a pleasant thing it would be if I were a bright moon! Then I can accompany you to sleep in the lonely night. Although the dream season has passed, my heart is still so obsessed. Perhaps you are my only one in my dream.
In autumn, the golden rice ears are fragrant in the fields.
I am used to hiding alone in a lonely corner on weekdays, and I would rather be forgotten by the world; but whenever the night is late, an inexplicable sense of loss will come to my heart. I can't express how important you are to me, even if you only show a smile on me, it's enough to make me very excited. All the worries seem to be born because of you, but you are like the noble goddess, indifferent to me, and I just feel that my heart is bleeding. I really doubt that the tenderness of the woman praised by the world would brutally ravage a broken heart like this?
In order to get close to you, my inferior heart is always receiving worldly blows. The fog wet my wings that were about to fly, but the wind did not allow me to wander anymore. Even a small grass has the right to accept the sun bathing. Why do I retreat before love? The ice and snow melt, and my wounded heart no longer crys; the dawn of spring has already unfolded the colorful clothes that have been folded on the winter night; the rushing stream sings cheerful songs to the sea of longing day and night. The knot in my heart is opened, and I have nothing to do with it; I bet on my last hope to make a free and easy stroke, waiting for fate to make the final judgment on me!
