The ancient style copywriting that is not stained by the secular world is so beautiful that it breaks your heart

1. Maybe you have forgotten a pillow of desolate moonlight, and it has all returned to dust; since then, the clouds have pressed down on the clear dream to stretch the stars, and they have never been seen again. I see your features. Looking back, I cannot keep the years. Staring, unable to hold back the time. So, smile and feel relieved. Time never answers, and life never makes a noise. A fleeting time, a beautiful event.

2. When will you look at the snow in the south? The plum blossoms and I will grow old. My heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away, things are no longer the same, people are no longer the same, everything is different, the past cannot be forgotten. The young man is not talented and has not been favored by the girl. He has disturbed the girl for a long time. The girl should not blame him. All the admiration he has felt up to this point has stopped at his lips and teeth, and he has indulged in his years. This life is about to end.

3. The long alleys of this market are like fireworks when gathered together, and the human world when spread out. You said you liked the spring white pear blossoms and misty rain in Jiangnan, but I wore a spring shirt and blew catkins in Jiangnan. The moonlight wants to warm the wine, and the mountains are eager to persuade me to drink. You don’t have to drink wine, but how can you not get drunk when you are drunk? I missed the ancient meaning of Chang'an and missed the flowering period in Luoyang. I caught a glimpse of your orchid boat wading away among the calla lilies in Gusu.

4. I have seen the spring, summer wind, autumn leaves and winter snow, and I have traveled all over the southern and northern mountains, the eastern foothills and the western ridges, but these four seasons of spring and autumn, the mountains and rivers, are not as good as your smile at me. I have a pot of exquisite wine, the mountain moon as a pillow, thin dew as a quilt, a pot of warm memories, and a cup of water with you. At the end of the bustling place, find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden hut, pave a bluestone path, and be at peace with you in the morning and evening.

5. That year, beside the West Lake Bridge, there was a misty raindrop with lotus flowers. A rain, a bridge, and a paper umbrella covered the two figures. There is a priceless treasure in the world, and there is a lover in the world. Under the willow tree, I heard the Yao Qin dancing and singing, which seemed to be a reflection of the graceful and stunning scenery of the past. Who stirred up affection with a few words, and swayed the nebula with every frown and smile. If my hair is gray and my appearance is old, will you still hold my hands and be gentle and gentle like this?