The first one:

The car was speeding on the highway. Outside the car window, there was a mist and mist. It had been a long time since I had seen such a continuous autumn rain passing through it. It felt like time was being stretched. illusion. The melancholy rain fell from the sky quietly, like broken pearls falling from the sky, blurring the streets at the moment and decorating the autumn colors.

I always like to appreciate the long and lingering autumn rain from this angle. In this quiet place of late autumn, I can savor the ethereal poetry of the bleak autumn rain. In the sky without wind, the light autumn rain dances purely in the quiet and flowery sky, bringing a little bit of coolness to this somewhat irritable world. The green woods greedily suck the last nectar of this autumn, and strive to bloom the last beauty before the sharp north wind; before the leaves fall, they release the last spring flowers and autumn fruits. All things are silent, and the autumn water kisses the prosperity as before, touches the vastness of all things, and walks on the footsteps that are getting further and further away. When the sun shines brightly here tomorrow, who will remember the dancing of today's autumn rain? When the autumn wind blows coldly, who will remember the elegance and length of today's autumn rain. The forgetting of habits is always happening, and the good things in the past pass by again and again in the forgetfulness. My eyes were glazed over the patch of autumn water in front of me. The whole autumn fragrance was falling in the silence at this moment. It was as weak as in a dream. There was a kind of paleness spreading everywhere, and I was unable to resist. In the autumn rain in this foreign land, those familiar feelings came to me. In my heart, my past thoughts and thoughts are floating far or near, and with the faint rhythm of the rain, my soft mind is boundlessly exiled. The misty and rainy Cangcui seems so within reach in such a flowing autumn charm. Looking at the blurry green mountains and rivers in the distance, the fragrance of the long-lost familiar hometown is instantly solidified in the patter of rain. The thoughts buried deep under the vast wandering are endlessly amplified at this moment, and I feel the scattered thoughts at this moment. The sadness of separation in the wind is so vivid in my mind, and the tears on my face tell the deepest longing in my heart. The imprints of the mountains and waters have already penetrated deep into the bone marrow under the carvings of the years. The vast mist of the autumn rain is engraved in the dreams of every night. No matter what kind of sleep for thousands of years, no matter what kind of vicissitudes and desolation, there is always a place. It can heal, there is always a scenery to look up to, and there is always a yearning to cling to.

Enjoy the strong fragrance of this autumn rhyme to the fullest, looking for those forgotten memories and lost beauty in the mist and drizzle, no matter how far you look and no matter how you search, in the end, It is impossible to find the familiarity in such a strangeness. My thoughts are like water floating outside of nostalgia, and familiar songs are heard in my ears, repeatedly singing those hearts that are as calm as blue beyond the rhyme of autumn.

The second one:

The mood is declining, and the dream shadow is leaning against the flowers to relieve the tiredness. A piece of incense paper fills the garden with the fragrance of flowers on a quiet night. -----Inscription

On a quiet night, walking under the clear moonlight, watching the peach blossoms floating in the courtyard awakened me to a spring season.

The sound of someone's flute is singing softly, and the faint fragrance floats around the body, as if it is a distant world, falling into the mist of the distant mountains. The curling string sounds are as melodious as the sounds of nature, and the tenderness is as gentle as water. The soul is returning to its home in the most graceful dance, with wide sleeves and graceful grace.

The garden is full of flowers, the water is flowing, and the sound is gentle. Looking back, with a faint smile, I feel warm about the flowers. I slowly twist my fingers together, a piece of paper flies between flowers, and the shadows of flowers fly leisurely in my dream.

Quietly contemplate and contemplate the distant future. Look at the scorching flowers, how beautiful they are? Lingering in a tender heart, filled with light sadness, I lower my head and ponder, smile without saying a word, pick up a wisp of the fragrance of dreams, and listen to the gentle sound of the flute in the soul. Under the moonlight, it seems like I want to become a clear lotus in silence, standing alone.

I really want to greet you with the posture of a lotus, full of attachment flowing in the weak water, whispering for you in the lingering and long voiceless voice. I really want to get close to you gently and bloom a lotus heart like snow, so gentle and pious, just like looking for spiritual refuge. Turn a graceful heart into a paper full of style; twist three-quarters of the moonlight to turn it into a flower. I let my destiny wander and my fate is wasted, but I can't escape the smoke of love as deep as the sea...

The tenderness that wraps around my fingers, the attachment that has entangled me throughout my life, looking at the thousand-year-old courtyard in the distance, The heavy door remains locked. Listen to the wind blowing and the flowers bloom and fall, but you are quietly plucking the strings?

In my dream, at the end of the world, when the flowers are blooming, I stand alone in the empty courtyard; with my eyebrows filled with longing for you, your shadow is as light as mist, but it is always in my distant sight. I use my soft fingers to cross the willows on the other side, carrying a wisp of breeze to fly through the dust and smoke of thousands of years. I lie drunk with you in the Xiangrao Painting House, among the flowers of my dream...

A garden of flying flowers dances with the bright moon, standing in the dream among the flowers, with the wind blowing and the sound far away. A trace of boundless nostalgia, picking a soft string, sends a garden of flying flowers, one after another, disturbing the nightmare of the moonlight.

The spring is green and warm, and the flowers are red. Broken shadows, the graceful rhyme of a dream, the softness of the passing moon, the clear and graceful face of a scorching flower, the Yingting Pingting, the dream glass, the flowers unfold...

The third one:

The broken chapter of the dawn wind, the broken wind and moon

Red Sleeves

The shower has stopped, the flowers are hidden in the stone, the rouge and thrush are watching on the stone, the evening wind is clear, the moon is as before, a Farewell to the west wind.

The red sleeves sigh softly, the maple leaves are decorated with lovesickness several times, and the catkins shed tears for parting.

Who allows me to wear warm clothes on such a cold night? This time, does Mr. Qinghan know that this is so?

Gazing and twisting carefully, a frame of bamboo shadow blossoms into an unwilting flower at the tip of the pen. In the clear glory of the past, there were wordless appointments, the flow of consonance, the timid smile while weighing the flowers, the voiceless sound of the lotus feet breaking the grass, the longing in the shadows, the bright moon in a foreign land, and the clear stream in the mountains.

With delicate hands, I will sing a long love song for you, and my love will be with you forever. My thoughts are endless, and my sleeves of gurgling clouds are dancing for you, and our two hearts will always be united. The autumn wind has passed, the remaining leaves are rustling and falling endlessly, the night lights and shooting stars are quietly entering the dusk, the lonely sail is drifting far away, the clear water is lying, the osprey is leaving the string river, and the cold river is sending off the remaining autumn several times. The two sides of the Taiwan Strait are beautiful every year, and the setting sun is still there. Drinking wine mingles in the sky and water, awakening the drunken hazy eyes. The surging river water sends a lonely boat, and the heart is like flying catkins, and the lovesickness has become thinner than the moon.

Yesterday’s most beautiful painting, when I looked at it again, it was dimly lit and dust had fallen on my fingertips. Only the faintly discernible lingering still confuses Li Ren's eyes. Raise your eyebrows, deep in the red leaves, for whom do the flowers wither? Half window clear dream, shackles a wisp of dream. In the dust on the street, fireworks cannot be cut.

You know, the red makeup reflected in the candle tears in the mirror, and the look of Gu Pan is getting old in an instant. Stained with sorrow, the scars are difficult to distinguish, I reached out and raked my hair slightly, tears on my cheeks were like broken beads, and fell on the piano platform, knocking over my thoughts, splashing melancholy, and gently drifting in the wind with the dust.

I caressed your heart lightly, but it turned out to be just the flower of a dream and the sorrow of love. One flower, one world, one season, one autumn. In the next life, they will no longer be flowers. The string is broken, dance to the last song, drink the dove poison, and carve an inscription on the green leaves, please don't forget, one leaf, one bodhi.

Green shirt

The black horse, the golden sword, whips the horse to travel to the end of the world, the sand outside the fortress, the moon off the mountain, all the beards and wild geese are happy.

Seeing the bright moonlit night again, Qingshan felt deeply sad. Think of the small Xuan window, the stone railings, the fragrance of ink floating on the inkstone when weighing flowers, the singing and dancing, the carefree red sleeves and blue shirt, and the mandarin ducks in admiration.

Concentrate your thoughts, smile, and leave no trace of loneliness;

Exile sigh, frown, and miss you without bounds.

The breeze blows slowly, letting the confused thoughts wander in the mist of Qinhuai, strolling in the drizzle of bluestone alleys, sitting quietly by the West Lake, listening to the whispers of ancient times.

I am still slightly worried about the tenderness of the woman with red sleeves greeting me at the corner of the alley. The octagonal stone table sings the song of lovesickness to each other, "The long road is lingering on the cold river at dusk, the long road is lingering on the cold blue river at dusk. The sunset in Huawu The sun is setting and the flowers are setting. There are no worries about the guests, and there are no worries about the guests. When you wake up, you feel drunk and passionate. "Telling about endless love for each other.

I want to stay here, but I don’t realize that it is a dark night and the moonlight is bleak. I took the flute and wanted to play it, but I lost my voice! There was a promise; the string is broken, the flute has no sound, the flute is cracked, and the person dies.

With the waning moon in the sky, I looked up at the dead nebula and let my sadness spread. After thousands of years of reincarnation and ten thousand years of practice, I got to meet a woman named Lilac. But a cup of separation and sorrow separates the yin and yang.

In the howling autumn wind, it is not only the green leaves that wither, but also a glazed heart.

Sorrow of Love

The sky warned me early, but I was floating in the dust and ignored me. The pain was so painful that I couldn’t breathe. I was in the poppy bush. The pain was gone, but I was infected with the poison of love.

The wind, flowers, snow, and moon are lingering in the sky, and the cold moon, frost, and dawn are clear and cold. A pot of turbid wine, a flute, and a song of flower sacrifice were quietly played.

My obsession will not fade away with the pain. Just like our love will not fade away with time. And remember, the flute in your arms has sounded for you in this life.

The tears in my eyes are dim, and the lilacs have faded early. The strings of the piano are broken, the cold flute is cracked, who takes away the sorrow from me, and who keeps the pain in me.

There is no hatred of separation, no resentment of death, only two lines of sad tears that others cannot see through...

I like the three paragraphs very much, can you check them out? O(∩_∩)O~