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Pavilions criss-cross, misty rain clears, the clear sky suddenly appears, the blue is like washing, the sunset gathers colors, fishing boats sing late, and Wan Li Jingge. I put the wine in the breeze, quietly in the smoke room, looking at the foggy water and sighing secretly.
The rain at dusk suddenly stopped, birds were singing in the wild, and I came here by boat. The breeze here is full of tenderness, my eyebrows are lowered, my eyes are slightly open, and all kinds of feelings are still lingering in my heart.
Life has given us countless joys and sorrows, as well as the ups and downs of the four seasons. We walked quarter by quarter, stopped at a post station in a hurry, and looked back at that gloomy place, which has countless meanings. There was a graceful beauty of willow smoke, and soon the clouds fell low on the quiet lake, and the color of willows was as new. In the twilight, it is gentle and lovely, just like an ancient lady, picturesque.
I sigh heartily, recall the past and think of you. The past carries my long dream, and you, while the clouds are low on the quiet lake and you are alone at dusk, also show the melancholy of missing.
Life has given me countless life experiences and insights. Since I stepped into this vast world, I have been in high spirits and resolutely faced the trivial matters of the world of mortals. Life passes between heaven and earth inadvertently. I miss life, but I have no regrets about those days when love and hate are intertwined.
After a while, the clouds floated low on the quiet lake, and I was as awake as ever. Those lost days and lost love are all wonderful experiences in my life. It is because of them that my life is shining, which is more worthy of my aftertaste and comprehension.
On the smoky island, white clouds, like pouring jasper, present colorful beauty in the sunset glow, kissing the land under my feet with soft and broken water waves. I stand in the twilight sunset, my eyes flashing with the ups and downs of light waves, and my eyes have been moistened by the beauty of nature. White clouds are in a quiet place, and I am wandering in this white cloud.
The person I love is gone. It turns out that friendship has turned into love, which is emotional alienation. Without love, we can never return to friendship. All we can do is leave and forget for life. What a beautiful and heartbreaking thing! Somehow, we met, hurried through our most beautiful years, then left, then spent the rest of our time thinking silently, and finally came to the world, and a wisp of smoke disappeared in the world. In the end, everything will not belong to oneself, nor to others, but will come and go in a hurry. Everyone who appears in our life, whether it is love or hate, is an angel sent by God to accompany us, or the comfort of the spring breeze, or the cold beating of the wind and rain. Along the way, we learned to love and be loved, to be strong and unyielding, to cherish and accompany until the last moment of our lives.
The water is light and fragrant, and the spring goes and the summer grows. I paint the sunset every word, caress the strings and think of falling flowers, and play the flute to read the spring scenery. I stood in a quiet place, dancing with the wind, and once danced in the throbbing love. Breeze across my face, blowing countless ripples, like fog, smoke, wind, in the depths of white clouds.
Like a dream. It has been a thousand years since I woke up, and my heart is slowly silent. It seems to be back to the beginning, never meeting, never sad, never sad. The peaceful days that have gone forever have actually become the yearning I have been waiting for all my life. Now, I can finally understand that after great joy and great sorrow, it is the day of safe return, as if, in an instant, it was back to the past.
After a while, the clouds floated low on the quiet lake, and I woke up like a dream. In the rest of my life, I can face people's questions about where you are going, face the fetters of earthly dust, and then hide my love silently in my heart, like a passer-by at the end of the world, appreciate the geometry of dust, read all kinds of customs, and play the flute for those who love me and me.
In the twilight, who will lean on the bar and be silent? I want to put my wine in the breeze and sing to it, and everything will remain the same. After a while, the clouds will float low on the quiet lake, and I will wake up from my dream as before.