Walking through the long streets, the moonlight is shining, and the branches and leaves of the trees are sprinkled on people's bodies, giving people the feeling that it is cold. A person, just walking quietly alone, as if everything in the world, doesn't care at all.

The hustle and bustle of the floating world, a moment of quiet time, are precious, looking at the half moon in the sky, there is a trace of sadness in my heart. At this time, I was just in my youth, but my soul was already infected by reality.

You are in the prime of life, and I am young. You say you have a lot of dreams, I say, it will come true.

You said that you want to go to Jiangnan Ancient Town, want to walk through Yanyu Zhouzhuang, and want to hold an oil-paper umbrella in the drizzly season, follow the footsteps of the lilac girl, and walk back to the rainy alley.

I said, I want to go to Dali, Yunnan, to see the bright and clear Erhai Lake, to taste the sweet carved plum and pear pears, to appreciate the water and lake of the butterfly spring, and to enjoy the simple customs.

You laughed, you joked, what you said is so good, I'm afraid that what you want to see the most is still the beautiful girl in Dali!

I smiled too, a sincere smile on your cheeks. You flipped through the ancient texts and felt that the life of the ancients was actually poetic, and you were so envious, so you pestered me and asked me and you to follow the example of the ancients.

So, in that fireworks March, the wind is light, and you and I hold the petals. You looked back and smiled, and the warm smile was engraved in my heart.

The time of the years drunk, in that warm afternoon, the sun is shining, everything in the world seems to be still, between heaven and earth, as if there are only you and me, I talk about poetry and painting with you, you lay paper and grind for me, I sit with you and drink tea, you add fragrance to my red sleeves.

Passing years in a hurry, who holds the hand, thinks of the city. A cup of dreams, a cup of love, who is for whom, tears through the clothes.

At that time, the young spring shirt was thin, and the time of riding a horse and leaning on the bridge would eventually pass, but the final result was that the flowers fell into tears, and time passed without seeing you.

The lights are gone, the waning moon of the year is gone, the lonely shadow is drunk and the rain falls on the branches, the years go by slowly, joys and sorrows, and the four seasons reincarnate how much love and hatred.

You took our memories with you, but after all, you withdrew from my life, and I didn't keep it, because I love you and I want you to live a happy life.

The warm sunshine gently sprinkled down, but I was left alone in the small courtyard, I made a pot of fragrant tea, drank myself, in the slightest fragrance, I gently stretched the writing, caress the words on it, there was joy in my heart, reading, giving the soul a pure land, intoxicated in the world of books, a drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows.

However, the dream will eventually wake up, who borrowed me three inches of daylight to let me grow up cruelly.

Time, the red dust trapped me in my youth; Years, an inch of time and an inch of gray. In a simple word, your city is south, my city is north. Across the long river of love, lovesickness is still the same, this love can be waited.

Time is short, and the end of the world is far away.

In the future, one mountain and one river, overnight, I walked quietly.

Guarding the remaining years, watching a period of stability in the present world, and the years are quiet.

I don't know when I heard that beautiful and sad song again-weak water.

Under the pear blossom tree, a pair of colorful butterflies, and the flowing water of the small bridge. The white clothes are like snow, the evening flute blows lightly, and when will the song return.

Stirring up dust for you, for you, I don't care if it's wrong or right, and I have no regrets about giving everything for you.

Red dust is like a dream, a hundred turns, and my tears are in your eyes.

Pear blossoms are like snow, rouge is gray, and geese come and go, and geese fly south. The sky is full of stars, no one sleeps, who is waiting for whom by the river.

A piece of acacia is carved into a monument, a lifetime is only for this time, a blue blood for a tear for you.

Your comfort flutters with dreams, and I only have your beauty in my eyes.

There are three thousand weak waters in the world, and I ask you only this cup; There are thousands of charms in the world, and I am only fascinated by you.

Tonight, the moonlight is like water, leaving me to wander alone, and the belt is getting wider, who am I for......

Three thousand weak water, I just took your cup, the world is beautiful, but I am worried about you, thinking about you day and night. I want to be with you, find a peach blossom paradise, live in peace, and no longer be disturbed by the world, but after all, you and I are in deep love.

You are in the prime of life, and I am young. This is the most wanton youth good time, I want to take you, to see the quaint town style, to visit the lake to view the scenery, to the famous mountains and rivers, standing on the top of the mountain, you lean on my shoulder, I hold your hand, we watch the sunset together, watch the sunset crimson.

Such a scene is destined to become a dream, but it is a beautiful dream, so beautiful that I seem to have really seen you standing on the top of the mountain, standing on the West Lake painting boat, looking at me with a smile.

I don't know if we will meet many years later, if we do, I don't know if you have changed your face, I don't know if you still remember when we talked about poetry and painting together, and had a quiet time when we sat and drank tea?

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