You left, feeling unfinished-Author: Yan "Last year today, in front of this door, peach blossoms set each other off. I don't know where people are, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. " Sitting alone in front of the lamp, low eyebrow meditation. "The wind has lived in fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything. Tears flow first. " Under the moon, plum blossoms are light and beautiful, dark and fragrant. If you look forward to spring, who will pity Leng Yue for her thin soul and broken nine ileums? Can't move, a lot on my mind. Sitting quietly on the shoulder of time, watching your leaving back, listening to the ticking of the clock over the ancient city, and listening to the memory gradually broken by the clock, I have realized that you are far away from me. . . . . . But why do I still miss you, miss you. . . . . Heartache? Are you tired? I have cried, I have been drunk, but your beautiful and vague figure is still floating in front of my eyes. I don't know if you will wait for me at the branch of that year. This fragmentation can only be understood with emotion. "Tonight the west wind carves green trees. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountains are long and the water is wide. " Your sadness makes me worry, your calm makes me sad, and your silence makes me heartache. I can't lie to myself, I know, I still live between your lips and teeth, in the clear tears, in your whispers, in your countless joys and sorrows. "HuaLin thanked ChunGong, this just hurried away. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Natural people hate each other, but water grows east. "I am as fragile as a blade of grass swaying with dew. The heart is like a surging river, which makes people speechless. Only the boat was broken sadly, and only the boat was carrying a long moon shadow and moving forward gloomily. Your figure haunts my sight, and your soul precipitates in my mind. There are some things in the world that can't be broken. I am determined to pierce this paper so that your sensitive mind can't get rid of this heavy burden. At this time, loneliness has become a space for accumulating emotions. I want to be a gentle rain. As the river flows slowly, I imagine there will be a time when people will cry gently. I am like a kite with a broken thread, falling into the boundless wilderness and letting my soul fly in the dark. Indulge in your sadness and sorrow, ChristianRandPhillips's tears became a mark, but you ignored it. The yellow crane never came back, leaving only relevant memories to comfort my aging heart. Lonely crying outside the clouds, the sound breaks the mountains. The evening smoke is thick, the dusk clouds are heavy, the autumn wind is tight, the leaves of the phoenix tree are rustling, the scenery is endless, and the hearts will meet. Who knows? No one to accompany at night, "not idle." Things are different, the mountains are long and the waters are vast, so you should consider them everywhere. The sorrow is constantly covered, and the night is still oblique. "Love moves with the times of China, and the heart is separated from the mountain and the water. There is a little hypocrisy, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the water flows forever. How many things, right? You're gone and still in love. Who knows, tears spilled on the Milky Way, and the sound broke the waning moon.