1. Pingxuan Tingyu, one time ago, bit by bit to Tianmingwen/ The Jiangnan in Pingxuan Tingyu’s dream gave me too much nostalgia. I think back to those days when I walked alone on the black wall with white walls. In the Huizhou hometown of Wabian, the alleys are twisting and turning, sometimes straight, and they are a little deeper. In a trance, there should be a handsome young man at the end of the courtyard, right?

The misty drizzle wetted my long satin hair, and I walked at a quiet pace, just like this, hesitating, walking... When the wind blows, my clothes sway; when the wind falls, , my horns are rippling.

He stayed in "Yi Shu Pavilion" for a long time and did not come out. In the center of the academy, peach blossoms covered my face and fell all over the ground. I missed him the most, floating in the mortal world. The guqin in my arms seemed to be shaking for a while. Yes, it was time for me to sit on the floor. I think that young man who knows the sound of music must be able to hear my sorrow.

I don’t know if the young man at this time is reading "You are like the bright moon and I am like the mist", but the seven strings under my fingers have long been "I miss you so much, who can tell you?" "Yes..."

"Why is the girl playing the piano here? There is a kind of restrained sadness in your piano sound. In this March season, the girl should go to the Bamboo Sound Temple on the opposite mountain to sing. I wonder if the girl is good. Dance, I played a song "Youth Travel" in the room just now. If the girl is interested, why don't we go together, I will play the piano, and you will dance. What do you think, girl?"

I seem a little bit. Messy, I raised my head and looked at the sky: "It's still early, so let's do what you want!" I put away the piano and handed it to the young man. The young man was also wise and became a porter up the mountain for me.

I looked back at "Yi Shu Pavilion", the eaves of Erlong Playing with Pearls. The bright mirror on the eaves emitted a dazzling light, which happened to hit the young man's back, like a Buddhist light. The rhyme enveloped his whole body, so beautiful.

The rhododendrons in the mountains are buzzing, the running water is like a constant hissing, the smoke is curling up, and the green shadows are whirling. The young man and I were in high spirits and arrived gracefully, but unfortunately we were surprised by a partridge looking for food. We smiled happily.

The young man unfolded the piano, took it out respectfully, and placed it gently on the stone table. He played from "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" to "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" without saying "Big beads and small beads falling like jade" "Pan", at least the fingering and fluency of his playing can easily transport me to the landscape paintings.

Dancing, giving full play to its nature, moving its intention, elegance and spring ripples. I waved my long sleeves, sometimes turning around, sometimes jumping for joy, walking like clouds and flowing like water. I was thinking that when Concubine Yang was dancing "Neon Clothes Song", it was nothing more than that. However, she may not be as leisurely and elegant as you, so they both hide in Yishu Pavilion, where there is no one for ten miles, "dancing with the music in colorful clothes and feathers".

In May, in my hometown of Huizhou, the clouds and mist were shrouded, and the mountains and rivers were charming, but not as beautiful as a young man’s smile. The young man's smile filled the quiet hills. The windy mountains caused a light drizzle, which was quiet and elegant. I stretched out my hand, and the palm of my hand was filled with the soft fragrance of drizzle in an instant, as if I could feel the young man's chicness and talent at my fingertips. This short distance revealed my solemn sadness.

"Girl, bring me a pen!"

The boy removed the piano and dipped it in the rainwater, and it was like a fluent "Kuaicao": high mountains and flowing water, the music knows the beauty of the core, and the heart suddenly wanders. The flowers are slightly. Hu Xuan returned home lightly. He was ashamed of the sun and hated his old acquaintance. Who can ask: getting drunk when meeting a beauty? There is smoke at the foot of the mountain, the sound of rain is heard in the temple, and the warm people return home, which should not be sentimental.

"Listen, there is the sound of rain." While I was still secretly enjoying the song "Youth Travel" beside the stone table, the boy was already standing on the railing beside the Zuyin Temple. I turned towards the boy. Walking over, we leaned against each other, his right hand stroking the railing, and my left hand stroking the side.

"The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, and the tent was dark with red candles. The mature man listened to the rain in the boat, the river was wide and the clouds were low, and the wild geese called in the west wind. Now listening to the rain at the monk's house, there are stars on the temples. There are always joys and sorrows. Ruthless, every step of the way, until dawn." When the young man was reciting Zhushan's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain", I thought his face should be filled with too much gloom and sadness. I may not be able to put an end to his sentimentality. Although the poem is full of ambition and ambition, I can still feel the inner wish he made when he read "One step before the next step, dripping to dawn". Vibrating.

I walked to the middle of the pavilion, and rolled up my long sleeves next to his almost-drying song "Youth Travel": bamboo shadows dancing, flowers nodding, listening to the rain in the pavilion, and the small building staggering last night.

Reciting a song of clear wine in the cold wind, smiling at the empty sky, surrounded by green mountains, sleeping with you, I just want the thatched cottage to face the waterfall. ”

The young man saw me writing and walked in from the railing outside the pavilion. He smiled at me, picked up the pen I was about to drop, and still wrote a few words with his wild cursive. The word: Pingxuan Tingyu.

The peonies outside the pavilion are particularly beautiful after being baptized by the rain, and the rain and dew shine through, as if they are carrying their fragrant breath. Hands on, guarding the pavilion privately, listening to the rain in front of the stairs, every drop of time until dawn 2. A Thousand Threads of Sorrow in the Rouchang/The white lotus in the water is clear. It rains again, and the heart will always be wet in such rain, and it will also become sad. Dropping into the rain, these scattered sad emotions are not meant to win anyone's sighs, let alone anyone's pity. I am just used to expressing my feelings about you in this way.

——Inscription

The patter of rain outside the window dissipates the noise and sultry heat of summer.

A cup of lily tea and a light mist drift away. Come on, my worries slowly melt away.

The long-lost music hits my heart. Listening to it in the rain, there is still a kind of overwhelming melancholy and sadness, tangled in my heart. Yearning, heartache, and real light and shadow are like a piece of paper reflecting the dazzling white light.

Last night, the thunder roared and the rain kept falling. When fear enveloped me in the dark night, I looked out the dark window, sleepless. . The continuous rain falls in a panic, as if it wants to make all the depression and sadness of the season disappear.

I want to wrap myself up in the cold quilt without saying a word. The sound is blocked out, and the fear is stifled in the endless darkness, but I can only pretend to be strong and open my eyes, listening to the sound of rain.

Get up, open the doors and windows, and let the wind with the smell of rain blow in and blow. Thin skirt. I have been afraid of the dark night since I was a child, let alone this thunderstorm night. My heart is suddenly helpless, and I can only stand in a daze as lightning pierces the sky. Your eyes are staring into the distance. At this time, worry has squeezed out fear.

Understand yourself that you are an indispensable part of life. I will have random thoughts and always be afraid that something will happen to you, and I will always pray to God to keep you safe and happy. Doesn’t this count as having you carved into every minute of your life?

You said, why don’t you miss me? Give me a message? I know that these days, you are depressed because of my avoidance.

Did you know that my heart never stops thinking about you, wanting to hear your voice, and thinking about you. The scene of flying, imagine the suffocating pain of being held tightly in your arms.

As the feeling becomes stronger and closer to you, the panic becomes more intense.

Distance is beauty. I don’t know if the beauty of isolation will still be as detached as it was when we get closer and become real.

“If I can’t keep up with you, I’ll just get lost. Road, just continue to be numb. "This feeling is so helpless. I don't know what is blocking the way forward. The pursuit of happiness has become so difficult to take. The drama of the past is staged again. Why, every time, I have to Put yourself in the depths of dust, unwilling to bloom?

Once, a girl worked hard to compete with the person she loved. She said that he was too good for his love. , only by making yourself better can she match. She kept flying higher, but he flew further, and in the end, he failed to fly to his sky because he did not wait, did not give her a hand, only stayed in his own. Flying freely in the sky. Although he loved her and encouraged her silently in his heart, he ignored that love is not about flying alone, and she just chased after him without saying anything to him. The wings are intertwined with his wings, lowering the sky in which he flies. Is this a kind of lonely love?

Even though you give me this kind of love? So much encouragement. Such firm eyes and warm words still can't pull me out of the worldly confusion. Isn't it a bit cruel? Even though my heart hurts so much, I still can't hold back my tears. For no reason, I let my own pain inflict on your soul, torturing you every day.

My dear, did I lead you into a dead hole, drive you into a dead end? A rainy day when you can't touch the sun? Even though you say you are happy, I can clearly see the melancholy in your eyes.

I can see your lonely figure beside the lake in the morning mist, in the shadow of the trees in the sunshine, in front of the window on a rainy day, on the noisy street, and in the night with twinkling lights. . Just like me, I miss you in the changing times.

I really care about you, but I can’t express my inner feelings. Thousands of hearts are knotted with words, and the mortal world is indescribable. Have you ever understood, looking back, how difficult it is to travel through?

In a daze, I was awakened by a big thunder. In the early morning, in the corners of my cold eyes, I remembered the dream I had last night. I went back to my hometown and when I left, my father held my hand and cried.

These days, I have been attending the funerals of several elderly people in succession, and I feel very upset. Life is so fragile. How should you cherish it when you have it? I immediately called my father and heard his laughter coming from the phone, and my tears flowed freely. Losing is so scary. Why hesitate when you have one? The reason for being brave and running decisively, why do you lack the energy to sprint?

The rain keeps falling, in the variations of the four seasons, tirelessly. In this misty and rainy morning, in the lonely eyes, there is a little more longing and lingering.

Who can penetrate the world of mortals, and who can smile beautifully in the rain? Recalling the past and you, I am no longer young, but still throbbing.

It was just a moment when I met you. Do you believe in reincarnation? Otherwise, they can just understand each other in their silent eyes. Longing for lovesickness, light farewell, but how many people in this world can understand and see reincarnation? There is no answer, and the world has indeed been searching for thousands of years.

There are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestines, and the mood is misty. Even though the heavy rain is exacerbating the passion of summer, it cannot alleviate the pain of longing, but clearly shows the past of you and me before our eyes.

Looking back, I realize that too many of my emotions have painted your heart. The way you look at me is a pain that I cannot touch.

Standing in front of the window, it is still raining. On the quiet weekend, I could only hear my own crying soul. Circling again and again, lingering again and again, my heart still has no exit.

I have become accustomed to missing you in words, to letting your shadow appear in the space, to letting your smile flow in front of my eyes, to letting your love surround me. Whenever you talk about the scene of your departure one day, I can't help but cry.

If you are willing to be a burden, you will be separated from the fireworks of the world. A little lightness, a little loneliness, a little loneliness, and less of the warmth of the world. Falling in love with Pinellia, the fragrance will flow through the ages, but who can understand my heart? You understand, so you cherish me. I understand, so I suffer.

Some people say that the feeling of love is loneliness, which cannot be expressed or let go. My thoughts wander in the rain, looking towards the place where you are. So, what should you do to me? 3. The Scars of Loneliness for Thousand Years, Chrysanthemum Terrace Text / Purple. In the quiet night, there is a kind of faint emotion entwining the body and mind, spreading around layer by layer. Close your eyes slightly, play a favorite song, and let the touching notes slowly soak into the blood. Every song has its own unique feelings. Every melody that can stay in the bottom of my heart is because a sentence or a melody in it reminds me of the past. The reason why I never tire of listening to it is because there is an indelible memory engraved in the melody. The face of forgetfulness. - Yiyi

(1) The rain bounces gently, my life is on paper

The orange-colored glazed tiles are suspended in the air, and with infatuation, they are collected at the bottom of the pen, and my thoughts are The dark knot is beautiful, the rain is playing gently, my life is on paper.

The rain is dripping on the windowsill, the patter of rain is touching my softness, and the dynamic melody is beating my eardrums, who is it? Lifted up my lonely skirt.

Like a wave of water rushing into my mind, your appearance has destined my romance to have a starting point. That feeling is a reality that has never been touched in imagination, and I have always been walking on that white paper. Between the streets above.

Last year’s scene of falling flowers is happening again. What falls in the rain is not the petals, but the thoughts of a woman. The petals lying on the raindrops are like a woman’s flower season has not yet ended. The wish is floating on the water, waiting for someone who understands it to comfort it.

I don’t know whether it’s the love from the past life or the calamity in this life. All the love, hatred and hatred are in the boundless longing.

You said: I miss you, I just miss you.

Open the small color printer and see a piece of white paper with these words written in deep and shallow colors, large and small.

(2) The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is covered with wounds, your smile has turned yellow

The flower stamens are cold, the white flowers reveal a touch of green, a touch of floral fragrance, a touch of snow drifting, a petal Petals speak, falling flowers also hurt the city, chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is hurt, your smile has turned yellow.

How many people can understand the tenderness like water for you that flows between my fingers? The language of flowers? A touch of sadness, embracing half-old memories, that is the imprint of love.

In the cycle of time, we counted each other's hair. When I found the first white hair, I knew that it was because of a person's name that will always be imprinted in my mind.

Singing softly, talking about the fleeting years, passing through the cloud curtains, sleeping with flowers, speaking softly, leaning back and full of melancholy, the clear sound is like the sound of the flute beside the maple bridge in the previous life.

You said you like my eyes, which are like a deep lake. Your love extends to the bottom of the lake. If you look at them for a long time, you will become intoxicated.

The small shadow was slanted, afraid of the flowers dying, and I was fascinated by the curling smoke under the moonlight. I cried quietly. In the dream, we hugged each other. When I woke up, the clear face was gradually fading. yellow.

(3) The north wind is chaotic, the night is still young, your shadow is constantly cutting

It is difficult to sleep, under the faint moonlight, as far as the eye can see, I am here, released from a distance With longing for you, the north wind is turbulent, the night is still young, and your shadow keeps cutting.

Shake off the longing, separated by the vague years, clinging to the back of time, the afterlife is the nothingness that we can’t see the end of, a clear song in the blue heart and a dream in the deep strings.

Your figure, standing silently in my heart, has gradually become an ink painting, singing and walking, getting drunk in the Book of Songs, the wind blows the flowers, the petals rain, the city of petals.

I quit you like a cigarette in the boundless time, still waiting silently for the unknown Jinghong. The lingering in the Tang Dynasty is because of your tenderness and sweetness, gently blowing the past, love Deep down, how much heartbreak?

You said: I love you, I love you, I just love you!

Behind that piece of white paper, there are these words, I love you, each line is bigger than the other.

(4) Flowers, already late, have fallen brilliantly

Boil a pool of moonlight, through the orange-green window, when the flowers all over the sky have lost their prosperity and sadness The lonely night, the flowers, towards the evening, have fallen brilliantly.

Memory, before time fades away, your back is caught in the dust kicked up by the horse's hooves, and the flying flowers float like rain. Through the broken shadows of the passing years, you express your lingering love at the tip of your heart, gently holding the black silk seal script. .

The soft moonlight cannot dissolve my thoughts. I am melancholy and have many dreams. I think carefully, how long is this life?

Memories are endlessly stretched, autumn in my heart always makes me cry when I leave. Time passes slowly and I have more worries. The moon is thinking about the flowers, and my longing will follow. Swaying by, everything has a silence that I have never experienced before.

I picked up those lost reds and pressed them against Yue'er's face in panic, while I, leaning in front of the house door that was mottled by time, finally turned into smoke, watching quietly, the smooth and outdated texture, a line Clear tears fell like rain.

The slender fingers flicked through the autumn moon of the Han Palace. The song ended, the notes had dispersed, but the feelings gathered more and more, and it was difficult to disperse with the sound of the music.

4. In this life, I will be your confidant. Text / Concubine’s Vinegar The sun is shining brightly.

Looking at each other and smiling, at an altitude of three thousand meters, embracing the grassland.

If I must use a landscape to describe it, let me define it as what it looks like at this time - clear blue sky, rolling white clouds, continuous mountain peaks, brilliant green, scattered sheep and cattle. It is in the shape of fluff, with black or white highlights studded with diamonds. The whole picture is both vast and vast, yet also profound and ethereal.

If I have to use one word to describe it - relaxed, open, noble, comfortable... I'm sorry for my clumsiness in words, but I can't think of a closer word, and between you and me, there is no need to cover it up with gorgeousness. , these few words, authenticity, are enough to describe the entire charm of a close friend.

Bypassing the long thoughts, I arrived at your side. In the splendor of dusk, I watched the Gesang flowers growing all the way across the street, stretching endlessly and wildly, like a smile with a slightly raised corner of the mouth. Open to prosperity.

Thinking of those beautiful moods, they were also so full of bloom along the way. In the pure emotional high field, a delicate painting was outlined, with a delicate background, brilliant colors, high sky and light clouds, and a stride that was pleasing to the eye.

So, are all sincere emotions proud and vast? Just like you and me at this time, one foot deep and one foot shallow, we are marching step by step from the edge of the grassland towards the distant horizon. The hands we are holding are also measuring the relationship in the exploration of one foot deep and one shallow. The length and depth of emotion, the infinite hope in my heart, can be tightly linked together forever and ever, traversing all the greenery of life, like two fearless lambs, wandering through every inch of fertile grass and water.

The soft wind caresses my long hair and penetrates your eyes. Look for my clear shadow in your eyes. Deep in your eyes, there is clearly written the word "understand" that is as clear as the blue sky and white clouds.

Yes, I understand.

It doesn’t take thousands of years, every note after meeting is beating with the word "understanding". To understand you, there is no need for too much elaboration. A look, a greeting, or even a tone of voice can understand your emotions; to understand you, there is no need for luxury. A hug, a touch on the shoulder, or a slight smile can all be read. Your affection.

The mortal world is turbid. We meet, get to know each other in the waves, and remember them. Then we join hands and wander together. It was like opening a door of time, seeing a figure waiting for me, and a look of joyful greeting, as if they had met by chance, and as if they had been waiting for a long time. He stood up and said "I've kept you waiting for a long time", then smiled and let the joy in his heart overflow, trickling from the gaps between his fingers to form words.

There is no need to hide it, it is clear, it is all that you and I look at each other, just like the water flowing from the snow peaks, as clear as ice and as transparent as the bottom. With such clarity, I suddenly felt moved by the tranquility of years!

On a clear afternoon in the years, we met, got to know each other, and then walked with our fingers clasped tightly, towards the Mood for Love in our hearts.