Chapter 359: Forgetting Hope (4)

There is no sadness of the dark ancient road, no sadness of falling flowers and flowing water, only the memories that cannot be forgotten in the most beautiful years, how beautiful it should be. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I lowered my right hand and picked up the leaves that had withered with the evening breeze, withered and dyed with a dark brown brown color, and the veins were clear like palm prints that foreshadowed our fate; Weathered its tangled lines, just like us who are entangled and painful in love, the rain has eroded its body that can no longer shed tears, and we are already covered in bruises. In this way, it gently caresses the deep earth with its chapped lips, quietly receiving the soothing of the affectionate Mother Earth

The fireworks passers-by at the end of the curtain look back at the old things, flip through the old books at the end of the window in the dim light, write the hopes and blessings connected by countless memories, and paint the light blue color for the passing of the silent time. In memories, no matter how painful the realization, we can find the beginning of all the goodness; If one day your heart is tired, let go of all the shackles of your soul, just go, find a waterfront ancient town hut, raft in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, walk through the alleys of Qianmo, listen to the song of the ancient trees, and listen to your inner voice. Bringing dreams back to the place where we first met is the corner where memories stay forever.

Walking through the long street of the years, in a warm winter, sunny afternoon, lift the pen of time, write a warm letter with fresh and timeless words, entrust the green stories of the past, and send a hope to the distance.

Flowers bloom and the year is wrong

Orchid is like spring and summer, kneaded and crushed to make fragrant dust, and the fragrant fragrance is all over the red dust road; The elegant green bamboo, cracked into a fingerprint road, indicates the fate of the turbulent dark tide. Time drifts away, and once you go to Xiangshan, you will not return, but I hope that the flowers will not bloom and the years will be wrong, and people will write poetic growth in the horizontal oblique shadow of the book, and the trajectory of heart and love will be closely cherished.

A river of smoke and rain, a horse and a flat river, the city of catkins flying; On both sides of the river, the willows are still around, parting for lovesickness, the breeze is affectionate, and the oath when they meet and know each other is sung. The lights are good at night, the flower street lights are like day, and the shadows are heavy; Suddenly looking back, the Yiren were in the lamplight, looking forward to the personable and handsome young man south of the city tower; The young man didn't know that Yiren was a boudoir, so he looked for another beautiful woman in the fireworks alley and talked about wine. The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king does not know; The pipa on the moon sings shallowly, the flowers in the backyard of the jade tree, and the Yiren hide their faces and wet the sleeves of their spring shirts in the evening breeze, and their thoughts are gradually becoming infinite.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over and begged for a thousand to go. At a glance, the ancient and modern things are all over the world, in the heart of the undefeated flowers, calmly, honor and disgrace are not shocked, and they are as safe as a plain, like a mountain of gold that stands still, and sticks to the rock-solid love in the deepest part of the soul, and is persistent as before.

Blue birds and flying fish, and the gurgling water, soaring and cruising freely, the passage of time can not shock their indifferent and leisurely mood. And in the old things of Hongchen, people lament that life is too short, love is too deep, love is too shallow, stranded April Fangfei; The flashy heart, beating irregularly, can't calm the noise and noise, and it is full of lead in the world. Without a moment of silence and warmth, the heart seems to be riding a wild horse that has escaped the reins, galloping and chasing the footsteps of love; Sometimes, come to three glasses of two light wines, get drunk and rest, don't ask about the old things of the red dust, but you are reluctant to let the red face in the mouth of the flower lane of the Six Dynasties.

The wind of the ancients, the flow of the present, the appearance is easy to be old and difficult to tell; If there is love in the sky, it is easy to grow old, and if people have lovers, they are lonely; In ancient times, the tender children were all crazy about Hongchen, all were bitter for Hongchen, and all were laughing at Hongchen. In the depths of the clouds, sadness is against the falling flower wind, and the injury is red to the maple leaves; In the best place of Zhuxi, pick up the spring flowers and autumn moon, and sink into the deep pool of blue waves affectionately. The love is a little deeper, the sorrow is a little more, and the pool is a few feet deep; The sky is high and the sea is wide, and people are like a flat boat, drifting and wandering on the thrilling and dangerous sea; The heart, with a thousand ripples, startled by thousands of waves, but does not retreat, does not retreat, just because of the belief in the power of love, can overcome all the rapids and dangers.

A glass of light wine, drink it all, but you can't drink the bottomless affection. The heart sows happiness and sprinkles happiness on the red dust soil; Water it with a clear spring, and it will be slightly cool for a season; With the nutrients of love, a brilliant season, the fragrance of flowers is all over the mountains.

Encounter the spring flowers, keep the red dust, even if the spring breeze blows snow, I have no regrets and crush the dust. The red dust is strange, the rain is resting, and the long pavilion is late; Dust is no longer dust, but the flight of love, the journey of the heart; Soil is no longer soil, but the root of love and the precipitation of the heart.

The green mountains are so charming that the green mountains are always there, but people have already traveled with gods and things, and their hearts have moved to the world. If the sunrise heart window is open, who is lonely at dusk; If the sunset is sunny, the fog in the early morning will be clear and transparent. A mountain and a river, a grass and a tree, are all the return of the sad and the eaves of the lovers; Sending the mountains and rivers, supporting the grass and trees, future generations should be like this, and all the scenery is a love language.

The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, falls in love with the floor, and has no arms in his heart. The east wind crosses the bridge at night, and the breeze is not sorrowful; The crescent moon on the river, shining at the beginning of the year, speaking with the youth, writing a long scroll of the youth's deep affection. The bright moonlight was like silk, scattered into the beaded curtain, wetting Rob and densifying thoughts; The heart of the moon secretly promised Zhou Lang, pouring among the bamboo forests and pines, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the pure love was scattered and scattered, and it was picturesque.

A mountain buries a flower soul, a dress with first-class water, and many anecdotes of red dust, all into the gossip of fishing wood; The leaves on the river are colorful, the autumn songs are continuous, how much loneliness, how helplessness, how much bitterness is sung; The rivers and mountains are still picturesque every year, people are close to dusk, and the sunset is speechless under the mountains. The sun and the moon are desolate, the stars are like rain, and the moon looks at the tide of the sea, and the heart is infinitely emotional and lonely. The tide is flat and the sea is wide, the parting boat is singing, the green water is long, and the river is not full of ropes; The green mountains on both sides of the strait are constantly separated by thousands of deep affections.

Walking on the red dust, people go far away and forget each other, and you can't stay away from the close, if you are not a red dust returner, you are also a hurried passerby. If you have no chance with the red dust, and rest assured between the clouds and water, find a deep valley and send a piece of affection; Find a piece of tranquility, and survive the stability of a lifetime; Cleanse the soul of the lead in the mountains and rivers, dance with the breeze, forget to sing with the birds, bloom with the flowers, restore a true, kind, happy and free self, bid farewell to prosperity, bid farewell to the red dust, and live in the world openly.

Although the red dust is as heavy as Mount Tai, it is as light as a feather, it is easy to shake the mountain, but it is difficult to shake the heart. The night candle has a long talk, looking at each other, seeing the same as before, falling in love at first sight, as if hating to see each other at night, it is really easy to give, but it is like the sea is difficult to water, it is difficult to collect the water, and the heart has already flooded.

The spring breeze is sometimes good, and the spring breeze is sometimes evil. The flowers will not bloom in the spring breeze, and the flowers will be blown down by the wind.

I hope that the flowers will not bloom and the year will be wrong, the mountains will be high and the water will be long, the water will be long, the people will be long, and the thousands of miles will be a lot. (To be continued.) )