Reading Nalan's song "Huanxisha", I suddenly felt touched, a heartfelt feeling of unbearable and crying. "whoever reads the west wind alone is cool, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window." "Being drunk in spring is a deep sleep, and gambling books are so fragrant."
How much tenderness flies in your poems, how much love is deeply planted in your poems, leaving that eternal farewell. The most beautiful love in the world is nothing more than a poetic, secular, elegant and beautiful romantic feeling in this daily necessities sauce vinegar tea.
Autumn wind, acacia fly. In the world of mortals, how many people who love each other are doomed not to be together. When the fallen leaves fall all over the steps, the swan goose returns, only the true feelings, such as whispering strings, pluck a memory. Close the window of the soul, let the tears slide down your face, and the thoughts in your heart, like burning red maple, burn in the cold room. Today, I am worried about a thousand times and homesick.
When I face the west wind alone, the leaves in my eyes rustle, which reminds me of the past again. Those touching and tender memories are vivid in my mind at the moment; Those gambling books were splashed with tea, kissed by fragrant tea, and once again washed away their depression. All the beauty, in this autumn wind, dances like a butterfly in the depths of your soul.
Hundreds of years later, you still stand in the depths of the years like a melancholy prince of love poems. In your poem, the incomparable affectionate picture is still in our minds, which makes people move and sigh the infatuation of not being together. Now standing on the ferry of time, I see your shadow in your poems again.
Your clothes are floating, and your affectionate eyes stare at the world of mortals year after year. In autumn, the west wind rises and lovers leave, setting off a gloomy mood. That year, Na Yue, that day, you took a trip to the mountains and a trip to the water to send Acacia back. Falling flowers are like dreams, and their eyes are sad. Your dream, no longer the sword of years, has been cut by love.
Flowers fall, sad face remains, acacia, people are thinner than yellow flowers. In the cold time, only by remembering your name will there be warmth flowing. "Ask the world how to teach people to live and die together." Such troubles, in the autumn wind, end. It seems that all the flowers fell overnight. The wind is blowing, the moon is cool, and a person's loneliness is singing in the river of acacia.
Reading is no longer the story of yesterday, but the unforgettable gentleness in this life. In spring, I went to Qiu Lai, but the scenery there was beautiful, and the geese flew over the mountains. My heart is full of fallen leaves, which have already covered thousands of miles of Wan Li. Let the cold wet your eyes, let your thoughts cross the mountains, and make you more sad and haggard.
Bloom, a bright moon is still bright in the deep sky, reflecting the bleak brilliance. "The light is going down the mountain and the geese are still flying", which is a kind of boundless sadness that only you can feel at the end of the world. You will give the moon a gentle feeling. Once beautiful and romantic, all bloom in memory, and bloom. You covet the sweet story of Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao's reading and splashing tea.
However, there are always so many lovers who love each other deeply, but their love can't have a good ending. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the Magpie Bridge, and the Su Wu couple, aren't you and Lu? "Serving on the battlefield, meet again soon. Come back when you are born, and it is also Sauvignon Blanc when you die. "
You know each other, she is both a wife and a bosom friend, and you are an interesting couple in people's eyes.
God covets your true feelings, fate plays tricks on lovers, but no one can get married. Even if you are congenial, you can't escape the fate of heaven and earth. "Gambling on books and splashing tea", "wishing to be homesick forever" and "angry and generous, talking about oneself" can only be in the waiting of the next life, in the dream of this life.
However, in today's world of mortals, how many people really understand love? They regard love as a tool of greed, as a child's play and marriage as a bargaining chip for their success. For their own interests, they could not stand the test of time and finally parted ways. Some people even turn love into hate.
Some people say that good things often disappear too quickly. Therefore, most beautiful things are precious only when they are lost.
Only true love will become more stable and secure in time; Only true love can make us sympathize with each other, understand each other and cherish each other. True love is pure beauty without selfish desires, such as an empty valley and a secluded orchid. Beauty becomes tenderness and poetic.