Some sadness and some longing.

When the last note fell, Hu Yang's eyes were a little red and swollen to look at her, looking at her unchanged face.

The cold wind of the snowy region blew his sad heart even colder, and the snowflakes fell lonely from the sky.

There was no trace of the white expanse in front of him, which made him even more lonely.

"This is the song I sang to Beibei, is it good?" asked Hu Yang, looking at her smiling face.

"You also think it's good, I think so too, it seems that our three views are still very compatible, and our souls are compatible. Hu Yang said in a slightly trembling voice.

"Are you so eager to hear the song I gave you? Which song would you like to hear?"

"Let me choose for myself, as long as you like what I sing, it's so good. ”

Hu Yang gently stroked her photo, wanting to brush her non-existent hanging hair.

The slightly red and swollen eyes looked down and thought for a moment.

A somewhat sad tone came from his mouth.

Although there is no accompaniment, it contains the longing and infinite nostalgia of Populus euphratica.

【How to sleep with fireworks in the Kanwai Field Shop】

[Who will add two pieces for me between the sleeves of the cold come]

[The snow wind does not abate, and it blows overnight]

[It's just that the poor thin horse didn't have a good rest]

Because of love, I chose you, and I went with you to the desolate snowy plateau with you, as long as there is a place for you, the sky is blue and the air is fresh.

Even in poor places, there is a different kind of beauty.

But you cruelly left me, leaving me alone here and waiting for you to come back without any news.

At night, there was only one lone lamp left in the school, pulling out a lonely shadow.

In the cold winter night, with only your old voice and smile left, how can I sleep peacefully?

The cold wind outside the window blew in through the cracks, and once upon a time you would always come with your clothes, gently draped them on me, hugged my neck and whispered, but now no one has shied me for warmth and warmed me.

Where are you at this time? A sense of sadness and longing permeates my heart.

The snow outside kept falling, and I lay in bed and listened to the sound of the snow falling all night, the cold wind howling did not slow down in the slightest, and the loneliness and cold accompanied me through countless nights.

Those sleepless days sent chills down my heart.

But it doesn't matter, what makes me desperate the most is that I don't know where you are and if you miss each other as much as I do.

The wind in the snowy region, the wind horse that rises, takes away my thoughts.

but never heard from you.

[Suddenly fall asleep and dream for a few months and wake up for a few years]

[The past is poignant and shallow with affection]

[The partridge clears the grievances and hears that he can't fly back to the front of the hall]

[Who will reveal the red faded ink remnants of the old couplet]

Sometimes the reminiscence of the old days seems like a dream.

In the vast sea of people, I met you who were quietly reading a book under the trees by the lake, and when I looked back, I was holding hands for a lifetime.

But your passing has left me alone again.

What was once a good time suddenly seemed like a dream, as if it were only a few months, which was too short.

For a short time, I couldn't catch it, and I couldn't catch up with its footsteps.

The sweet days passed very quickly, but the lonely sleepless nights were so long, and I stood in the snow waiting for you, the lonely goose that will never come back.

It's been eight years, and it's been a full eight years since you left.

Everything in the past is like a withered flower in the cold winter, desolate and sad, but it leaves me with gorgeous and profound memories, integrated into my soul, and can never be erased.

The love for you also fills my heart, and there is no room for anyone else.

Time has passed, and I can't go back to the past in my memory, the only thing that remains unchanged is my love and deep longing for you, even if it is a bleak and tactful memory.

Just because the other person we once loved saw each other as an inseparable part of ourselves.

Although you are gone, I can no longer touch and hold you, but your familiar voice rings in the back of my head from time to time.

The only pity is that you, the lonely goose flying south, can no longer recognize the way back.

When you meet someone looking up at the southern sky, that's me giving you the direction to return.

Without you, home is no longer a home, just a shelter for people to shelter from the wind and rain.

A house without a hostess is not a complete home.

May I still meet you in the next life.

[I look for you thousands of degrees from sunrise to twilight]

[A scoop of rivers and lakes, I rise and fall]

[I'm looking for you thousands of times and another year old]

[But you are never in the dim light]

I searched hard, but I couldn't find that familiar figure, countless days and nights, and I couldn't wait for the news of your return.

After you left, I searched all the places you had walked and where you wanted to go, and I couldn't find the slightest trace of you.

Every sunrise, I have the hope that I will see you again.

However, when night falls, I look at the way home, and I don't see you.

Stepping on the iron shoes, the rivers and lakes are searched, and they are floating in the world of sorrow.

Year after year of reincarnation, all that remains for me is that bright memory.

Look at what you leave behind in a silent daze.

I always think that one day I will look back inadvertently and see you standing quietly in the lamplight and looking at me with a smile.

However, every time the dimly lit place was only the lonely lamp, and there was no one around.

The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but you stood in front of me and looked at me with a smile.

[Suddenly fall asleep and dream for a few months and wake up for a few years]

[The past is poignant and shallow with affection]

[The partridge clears the grievances and hears that he can't fly back to the front of the hall]

[Who will reveal the red faded ink remnants of the old couplet]

......

........

The sad song echoed on the hillside, and the feeling of powerlessness that I couldn't find was heartbreaking.

The sun fell on her unchanging face, and the light flickered, looking at the beloved in front of her so painful appearance.

Her eyes seemed to cross the color of sadness and distress.

Being able to meet him, He Zeng is not her greatest luck, but also her lifelong reluctance.

Hu Yang sat down in front of the tomb, his eyes unfocused at the brilliant sun.

You can't feel the warmth of the sun on your face.

Except for the occasional sound of sobbing and drinking, and the relentless howling of the cold wind, there was no other sound.

Dancing infatuated beauties, can't forget the allure under the March flowers; looking at the mandarin ducks and wings, you can't solve the helplessness of red and faded ink.

For a long time, the hoarse and dry voice of poplar sounded in front of the tomb.

"I know I shouldn't sing this song in front of you, but.... But I just can't help it, I can't help but miss you, I really miss you, Wen Xian. Tears welled up in her eyes again.

The dried tears waded into the water again, and the poplar didn't want to wipe it, and she didn't care.

During the time when she was no longer around, every night was so difficult, and in the dead of night, she would always think about what would happen to her by her side.