Chapter 294: It's Time to Die (2)

Maybe I should thank God, the earth, and fate for meeting us......

Prosperous and rich, beautiful and captivating, I can't hide my obsession with you for half my life......

Years of waiting, just for the miracle of you in my life......

For this reason, I will give up all my life and have no regrets......

May the tears of this life and endless sorrow fill the ocean of my heart together. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But this ocean is too deep, this ocean is too big. In the end, the sea water turned into tears, and there were two lines of tears. I don't know if in the coming year, where the tears fell, will there be memories and sorrows......

It's always after you lose that you want to have it again. It's always in the parting that I want to go back. People in the world often compare the cloud to an ethereal thing, this cloud is like that feeling, not nothing, but the ethereal human heart", if the heart is not ethereal, then the cloud is fixed, if the heart is not traced, then the emotion is gone.

In my heart is the longing to meet you lovesickly, but in the world, it is a lonely figure for a long time and a half......

Memory is like water in the palm of your hand, no matter if you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will still flow clean from your fingers drop by drop. It's just the coolness of the water. But it can never be forgotten, love is like a river, the left bank is the laughter of the Ming and the extinction, the right bank is the eternal silence under the candlelight, and the middle is the faint loneliness of the years...... The wind blows the wind, and it is always the fluttering sorrow. Only the loneliness of the heartless person is the wind, the fireworks that can't be blown away. Half a life, waiting without regrets, leaving melancholy, sorrow, you can be at ease! Are you pathetic?

You know, every night, I listen to the half-night Sanskrit chanting. Not for enlightenment, just to find a trace of your breath left here, turn all the prayer wheels, do not seek peace, only want to feel your breath in the dark. I kowtow and hug the dust, not for the Buddha, but to convey your warmth close to the ground. I stand in the wind, not to feel nature, but to listen to your voice, to feel your breath, to fall into the flowers, I have walked several roads. Not for the game world, just to meet you on the road. At that moment, I became an immortal. Not for longevity, but for your peace, joy, happiness and well-being.

That night, the wind was howling, I stood in the wind and wept alone, but who could appreciate the sad beauty in the wind? I'm tired after standing for too long and talking for too long, why can't you hear me? I've written too much, I've been writing for too long, I'm tired myself, why can't you see it? Black goshawks fly over the branches. I stand in the wind and watch time burn to ashes and rattle, who is the one who has changed your mind? Leave me alone to dance alone in the wind and rain! The smoke is up, and I'm waiting for you at the door. When evening comes, I'll be waiting for you by the mountainside. The leaves are yellow, I'll wait for you under the tree. The moon has fallen, and I am waiting for you in the dark. The drizzle is coming, and I'm waiting for you under the umbrella. The water is frozen, and I am waiting for you by the river. Life is tired, I am waiting for you in heaven. We are old, I am waiting for you in the next life, a short life, do you know how tired I am? Are you a pity?

Who was drunk with red dust, a curtain of dreams for you, and a sorrowful sleep with Yi? In the shallow time, who is still clinging to an unpromised expectation? After several ups and downs, the unforgettable thoughts are still hidden in the folds of the years. Take a handful of memory water, the past looms, quietly feel the bustle of the bustle, silently bloom the fireworks after the end of the face of the face, the slightly warm sleeves of the broken shadow of the year, look at the hundred turns and thousands of times, a quiet beauty falls on whose fragrant shoulder.

If, at the end of the side is really not you. If you go through so many ups and downs, you still can't get along with you in the end. If the story ends in the end, it's someone else around you. If you recall, promises and resolutions have become small and fragile in the face of reality. No matter what happens later, no matter how it ends. Now I am still willing to wait persistently, waiting for the moment when you are tired, I will cherish you.

Pour tears and wine, look at the lakeside, and sit alone here and think bitterly. My heart is trembling, praying that you and I will finally hold each other. Laughing at the sky, why bother with tears in your eyes. stroked his face, and tears covered his face. I made an oath that if the Yiren could be with me for a day, what would be the regret of dying. I don't know, the Yiren don't want to, this heart has long been dedicated to the first people. Jun is heartbroken, there is nothing to look forward to, only to see each other again in the next life. Yihua duck, Junhua mandarin duck, only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals. ……。 Is it?

want to stay together, but it is difficult to look at each other, and people are sad at the end of the world; Love is fleeting, hatred is long, and people are hesitant in the light; Traveling thousands of mountains, wading through thousands of waters, and walking in tears; The wine is strong, the heart is also drunk, and the shirt dances lightly; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Yi people, but the distance is close to the back; The love of this world, the debt of this life, and the dream of red dust. If the flowers are beautiful, they can't compete with the flowing water; If the heart is like a rock, it can't beat the clouds. There are too few in this world, and too many are forgotten in the rivers and lakes. Some people who once loved deeply regarded the morning and twilight as eternity, and regarded the time of affection as a deep love. So promised, so I hoped to hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son.................. Right?

A red dust love, a lifetime of thoughts, lovesickness across the shore, how many old dreams have been hidden? On the water side, I wish to wear a lotus fragrance, take a leaf orchid boat, row through the bright moon of the Qin period, pass through the Tang wind and Song Yun, and find you on the shore of the vast West Lake! I just want to smile for you and wipe away the dust of your life; I just want to pluck the rhyme for you, brush away the sorrow between your eyebrows, and see, who is nestled under the old elm tree, silently walking through the flowers blooming year after year; Faint sadness, poignant monologue, vast vista, perspective on the ethereal remnants, you listen, who is in the dust of sorrow, interpreting the swan song of the mountains and the earth, and who lingers in the dust of grievances and feelings to hook the ancient Red Mansion Bao Dai, an old tree, a cup of tea, a wisp of cooking, and the expectation of the afterlife.

One year's spring event, who is the peach blossom red. Looking back, who did the dust meet. Love at first sight, who did the true love give. A flower hoe, who was buried with tears. A cherished sentence, who did the end of the world send. After a while, who sent the language book. A curtain of dreams, who is painfully missed. A night of frost and wind, snow and rain sent whom. A river and a bright moon, looking back at who is missing. A glass of turbid wine, meet who is drunk. A low singing, who is infatuated. A kind of lovesickness, to whom is the sorrow.

Once, I was only willing to hold the hand of the son, and I said to the son, but it was just floating smoke; Once, I only wanted to live and die and grow old with my son, but it was just fruitless; In the depths of the red dust, I came by fate, but I ended up without a point, and I withdrew, but I was already scarred; In the world, you laugh and go, I cry and live,

Drunk knowing that the wine is strong, waking up and knowing the empty dream, it turns out that it is also a pain to see the remnants of the flowers withering. Who is behind you, burying a lifetime of thoughts? Hongchen painting scroll, whose love of life and death is painted? In the end, you can only keep the same back, and one guard is a lifetime. Looking at the cherry blossoms in the sky, sadness flows, but it can't hide the mottled years. Burned out of grace, for whom has it turned into acacia? Whoever caresses my hair owes me the price of my life.

(To be continued.) )