Yuan Qiuhua saw Xiao Lizi's "Talk" written on the original Q space.

White dew, on the water side.

The flowers are blooming all over the sky, the flowers are falling and flying red, and the people are scattered at the end of the song, is the love still there?

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Dance to figure out the shadow, and the shadow becomes a trio.

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and many things in ancient and modern times are being laughed at.

Year after month, 400 lonely nights, the undercurrent is surging, the passion is surging, do you know my pain?

I can't sleep at night, I miss your body temperature, my joy, my smile, my joy, my singing, my flute, your expectation, my chatter, your laziness, my safety, the back of your burning incense and reading at night, the appearance of me serving tea and food, missing your deep affection, my indomitable progress.

I don't know if I'm taking care of you along the way, or are you tolerating me?

In this life, I will live alone all my life, and I will find each other until death.

Loneliness, desolation, pain, and what?

There is little hope, life is short, and the time is fleeting, so what?

Even if you can't live and fly and spend a full moon, you are determined to keep each other's original intentions, never downgrade, never give up, and be ready to bet on your life.

May there be a beautiful thing to look back on, and to be affectionate together.

What do you think?

I want to see it.

There is no one to talk to, chatting around, Yuan Qiuhua is also lonely and lonely, and I really want to talk with him about the years, remember his youth, recall those years of burning passion, and share the joys, sorrows and sorrows in life.

During the day, she wanders in the mountains, looks up at the floating clouds, looks down on the flowing water, plays the flute when it rains, and plays the sheng when the sun is warm, which is stable and quiet, and enjoys a pure joy alone. At night, she read ancient books under the lamp, the ancients have long been ghosts, those people and things recorded by ghosts, sages and bachelors, princes and generals, Taoist priests and bodhisattvas and monks and nuns, are like ancient prehistoric monsters, philosophical Zen language, heavenly cycle, yin and yang adjustment, Qimen Dunjia, five elements gossip, and the text of the sticker, modern people are not clear, even if she is not familiar with the deep foundation of ancient texts, she is not familiar with it, and she still can't find a way to enter the door. I didn't go to bed until I fell asleep.

I couldn't sleep in the rain, so I got up in the middle of the night to write and confide in myself. Yueming went out for a walk, empty countryside, wandering aimlessly, like a lonely ghost. After experiencing life and death, she suddenly realized that the best love and the most cherished people should be hidden in her heart. All the bitterness and happiness, some people care about it, and some people understand. All the efforts, someone knows, someone supports, there is a smile in the eyes, and there is warmth in the heart. The best time is when we are with each other, but we can not see each other, we can talk freely, we can talk silently, we can be closely connected, or we can ignore each other. The best relationship is that both parties understand, but they don't have to say it, the bitterness must not be spoken, not that there is no feeling, but that they know that it is the same whether they say it or not.

When he returned to the house in the early morning, Yuan Qiuhua saw Xiao Lizi's new "talk" again.

Longing for a pair of wings

Not afraid of the wind and the rain of swords

Facing the snow and frost

Fly to you

in the attic

Under the orange light

Look at your shyness

Embroidered on the bed

Look at your sleeping face

With my warm hands

Gently cupping your cheeks

My kiss is imprinted on your lips