Please allow me to pick up a maple leaf, stick to my chest, stand on the bank of the Qiushui River, my eyebrows and eyes are condensed, blooming at the edge of the season with the posture of a flower, in the sigh of the wind and moon, I will always have an unforgettable beauty, and continue to look forward to meeting you. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

(1) A light smile, rippling pure white love

I was always afraid of summer, until I met you in the fire in June that year, and since then, I have fallen in love with summer.

That year, the swallow from the south brought me a bright and soft wind, swaying the lingering in my heart. In the midsummer breeze, the morning glory in front of the window gradually climbed up the window sill, dark fragrance, floating......

You look at me with affectionate eyes; I respond to you, and the sound of the piano is far away. You are on the other side, into the word, I am on this shore, into the poem, that river, dyed with a faint warmth, Yingying smile. That year, on the riverside, there was always a murmuring rhyme, singing immortal ballads.

The sky south of the Yangtze River is floating with pure white clouds, like pure white thoughts in that pure white day. The stars in the sky are eclipsed in front of you, how can the beautiful sunset by the river compare to your youthful smiling face?

We hold an umbrella together, strolling in the rain and fog, the collision of the rain and the soul resonates on the umbrella and under the umbrella, oh, happiness is so close, close can make the two hearts of love become one. That year, I was often fascinated by the beauty of poetry, and I couldn't tell which was you and which was me.

In the lonely night, smelling the smell of wind and dust, it is always you that reminds me. The world has its own fragrant July day, I am willing to fragrance myself into a flower, blooming in the world with you every year.

In the season when the catkins are flying, the figures on the banks of the river are reflected and embraced. In the laughter, I just want to go to a different kind of flower banquet with you, I want to listen to you play the ancient songs of the Han Palace for me every night, and I want to dance and spin with you in the smoky landscape painting.

I remember that day, you gently put the jade ring carved by your own hand on my right ring finger, and whispered with a smile: "A pot of wine, I can get drunk for a while; But a pot of dreams, I can get drunk for a lifetime. Flowers bloom and cherish each other, flowers do not give up, red dust ferries, and you are happy. ”

Dear, for you, I am willing to transform into a butterfly, follow the end of the world with you, follow the **** night with you, year after year, dancing and flying in your gently dripping pen and ink, listening to the sound of flowers blooming season after season.

(2) The silhouette of a window is no longer yesterday's bright face

By the river, whose erhu pulled the song "Flowers in the Water" so poignantly? Looking at the time when the willows are peeling, the lonely geese in the distance, tears, can't help but undercurrent......

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River that year were just poems out of chapter, and the clear water and long sky in memory are now stranded on a lonely sandbar. The world is like a chess game, and the lonely butterfly by the river is full of melancholy.

Time Fit, you, silent, I don't say a word, perhaps, this is the poor tacit understanding between us. The flowers float and the water flows freely, helplessly, I shook my head and smiled bitterly, and sighed silently: "The curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." ”

Is it that the earth you have promised has become hopeless? Is it really that the book is not the beginning, you can't go back to the old road, you can't wait for the same, in this life, you will pay the morning and twilight?

Hiding in the dark shadows, pour a glass, pour another glass of longing wine, and let the sorrow flood and overflow...... In this way, in a place where no one cares, show the splendor of the one-man show.

Since parting, I have chosen to hold an umbrella rain or shine, I like to cover my face with a light blue umbrella, and I don't want to be blinded by the eyes of passers-by. In the mirror, I chose to put down my long hair, no longer tied with a hair ring, I let the green silk spread out next to my cheeks just enough to cover my haggard face.

To me, this red dust, everything outside of you, is so far away that it has no meaning. In fact, although my heart hurts, I still like to stand in the rain curtain of the passing years, thinking about the past of you and me, and thinking about the smoke and rain of the past. I still wait silently, waiting for you to pass by with an umbrella again in the rain, I dare not look back at you, I only hope that I can still see you in the drizzle, even if I only see your distant back.

When the maple leaves fall, whose prosperous years have been buried? Today, in the hugging willow embankment, in the faint whistle, I once again chanted your favorite song "Farewell Kangqiao......

Bend down, pick up a red maple leaf, use the faith and strength of love to deeply sink your name on the leaf, and then pick up a trace of warmth in the memory to fill the scars on the chest after love......

(3) A parting song, buried in the prosperous years

Shaohua has lost a few empty strokes, and the clouds come and go in a hurry. How can a pale piece of paper write a sorrow that is all lost?

My world is no longer full of willows and flowers; I no longer see the small bridge, the flowing water, the purple smoke flying, and the double butterflies chasing the spring garden. Dear, where have you been? In the middle of my water, there is no more bright moon shining.

The lonely smoke and rain is always so long. A tear slid down my cold cheeks, and I finally understood: I stepped into your red dust, you embedded in my life, once close at hand, as we are today. On this road, I will still see you in my eyes, and you may not be able to find my frequency anymore. In the world of the wind, love is a kind of waiting; In the rainy world, love is a kind of helplessness. No matter how beautiful the flowers bloom on the other side, no matter how tragic the leaves fall, they can't be appreciated or traversed.

Today, the most heartbreaking thing is just four words: why bother in the first place? The flame of hope is gradually extinguishing, but I am still reluctant to let the dream wither. Waving my sleeves, saying goodbye to Yunxia, I went to Guanshan for thousands of miles, and there were my cherished blessings every step of the way.

Thank you for rendering a song of seven-mile incense for me, colorful ten-mile causeway! Thank you for giving me a lot of memories! After all, it was you who gave me a beautiful encounter in this life, and gave me a season of flowers and prosperity.

In silence, I will still touch the objects you have touched, enjoy the scenery you have admired, walk the road you have walked, and hum the songs you have hummed...... Because I did not want to break my vows, I never deviated from the course of the appointment. I just want you to know that no matter how haggard the red face is, no matter how long we have been apart, my heart is still in the same place; My love is still there!

In this life, let me scoop a pot of pure river water, boil it for a lifetime, and then dip it in autumn water with ink, and write a lifetime of infatuation without regrets. Under the remnant sun, let my lonely figure always be in the place where you turned......

"Live yourself as a remnant lotus, not for understanding, but for compassion." Let's make a remnant lotus like this, although it is far away from the bloom of the prosperous era, the years have gradually dimmed the once glorious peerless, but the soul has a more heart-warming wind and bones, which is the gift of time. Although no one cares, it is also unambiguous, spending the years in peace, and letting the dark fragrance of life float. When life is far away from the hustle and bustle of those flashy hustle and bustle, I don't want to wronged myself anymore, I know how to hide my edge, I learn to forbear, I am more sober and self-aware, and I understand that the years are quiet, the time knows the taste, and everything is free and safe. (To be continued.) )