Chapter 295: It's Time to Die (3)

Leaving people sorrowful, sad parting; Broken thoughts, deep thoughts. The pen "Fun" pavilion www.biquge.info withered and fell, and the empty sorrow. Where is the continued prosperity? Today's all kinds are like water without a trace. Tomorrow and night, it is a strange way. Since there is no fate, why gather fate; I don't want to be involved. There are all kinds of stories, but they are sad; Easy water people go, the bright moon is like frost. Straight lovesickness is useless, and melancholy is madness. Persuade the world, don't be amorous, hurt yourself!

If it is incarnated as a poem, I would like to call for the breeze and the bright moon, sing softly on the plain paper, the moon is the qin, the wind is the song, and play a piece of Jinse, for the Yi play; If it is incarnated as a word, I would like to invite the mountains and flowing water, standing tall and galloping in the fragrance of ink, the mountain is me, the water is Yi, and they are dependent on each other, accompanied by Yi; If it is incarnated as a song, I would like to attract flowers and butterflies, dancing gracefully on the heartstrings, flowers as a matchmaker, butterflies convey love, and the neon dress dances to a song, for Yi Reward, if, I am just a passer-by in the vast sea of people, can I not be obsessed? If I'm just an embellishment of your flowers, can you not let me get drunk? If I am only the starting point of your half-life exile, can you not let me leave? I can't see the end of the story, who is waiting for me? The flowers are silent and fall all over the ground, can you know whose feelings are hurt? Whose heart is broken

Lonely Lonely, whose hair is messed up, forgotten, sentimental! The red thread tied by mistake in the old man's hand was stingy for a lifetime. Like a year of flowing water, I am inexhaustible; The butterfly flower falls, and you are not allowed to turn around and accompany you. The full moon is missing, the oath is poignant, and finally the flowers of the half of the world bloom and the flowers of half of the life fall. The three watchmen are sleepless, the lonely candle reflects the lonely shadow, the shadow reflects the sorrow, the sorrow pours the wine, the sake is drunk, the people are drunk, the tears are in the eyes, the tears are to the tears and candles, the tears and candles seem to be affectionate, and they weep for people until dawn; Tears and hazy eyes, strayed into the dream of the past, Yiren laughed in the dream, endless night, suddenly heard the sound of heartbreak, woke up, feigned sleep, wanted to continue the dream of the past... Heaven makes a stalk, intending to break the intestines, but people don't know, and they laugh and pretend to be sad

Seeing in this life, rolling red dust, who can rely on? The so-called Yiren, but in the arms of others, the Yiren don't know that I have shed a thousand tears! Leaning alone on the window, the moon is haggard, looking forward to it, and sad alone! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, **** thinking, looking forward to it night and night! Time flies, how can it be wasted? It's easy to get old, how can you get old? If there is fate, don't part! Thinking of each other, the wind and smoke flow for years, holding the red dust, the morning and twilight, and the condensation of words for love. The two depend on each other, like a flower attachment, you are my only warmth, not negative, prosperous lips lingering. On that day, the sky was cloudy, as I was in the mood. Stepping on the broken sentimentality, the eyes are frosty, the wind blows, and the cold is still cold. Half a lifetime of red dust, at this moment, there was a lingering feeling, and my world began to snow.

In this world, the sorrow is broken, and the red dust shakes off the lovesick tears. Don't look back, the infatuation is unknown. Thinking about love is bitter to the end, and lovesickness is as cold as frost every night. Pour a glass of tears and wine, and get drunk alone, but I don't know that the faint loneliness makes people so embarrassed, and the road to love is slow and long. can't erase it, the words are still so bleak, I'm real, I'm fake, I'm stupid, I'm laughing. Half a lifetime is waiting in the world, just asking you to look back and smile, once burned incense under Bodhi, just waiting to meet you. Qianmo Hongchen, after all, a flower is lonely, whose tears have fallen in the years, whose sorrow has fallen in the past in time. Like the smoke of the past, I don't know who has fallen whose lovesickness, like a dream memory, I don't know who has fallen whose waiting. Say goodbye to you, don't ask how much pain you have had?

The night is deep, the song is not over, the people have dispersed, the thoughts are not over, the fate has been broken, the years are passing, who can wait for me for a long time. The night is slightly cool, the heart is like water, between the snap of the fingers, the love is broken, looking back, a shallow smile, crazy for you on the red dust road? The willow leaves are flying, crying alone, the beauty of desolation, but no one can understand it. If life is only as first seen, why bear the distress of people walking through tea, half a lifetime of love, quicksand and passing, a lifetime of love, only for Yiren and haggard. Mo dances solo, dyes feelings, sleeps in the evening breeze, and misses life and death. The remnants of the thought are dead, the sound of cold rain, but it is broken for the beauty. In the cold night, I can't find your comfort, only blame fate for making people sick at the beginning. is destined to be intoxicated in this life, in the rainy season of falling flowers, you are not by your side, leave me alone, and turn your thoughts into ashes.

Dimly looking up into the sky, the moon shocked the picture of the past life, you are a bird, I am a swimming fish, by chance, you fell on the river to drink, saw me in the water, maybe there was a moment of pause, but in the end, you still spread your wings and flew away, left, only the wind brought up when you spread your wings, blowing the water surface, swinging a circle of bitter silicon ripples, I looked at your body under the water. Looking at your back as you fly away, tears flow into the water, but you can't see it, because what separates us is the sky and the water. Vaguely, I saw you attracted by the colorful fish one by one, and landed on the river to take a closer look at the fish, and at that moment you knew that I was also looking at you. The last time you came, it was because you were injured and fell into the river, and I used all my strength in my life to push you to the shore and watch you leave, while I saved you, and finally sank to the bottom of the river and forever turned into bones,...... Quietly, tears filled my face again, at this moment, you know how painful my heart is, how sad it is......

Sigh: A lifetime of pain, just for a love word. Looking back at the obsession of half a lifetime, as long as you look at me, I will no longer be confused.

May I wait for you at the Sansheng Stone, may you and I meet, in the next life, forget my infatuation,

A song of red dust, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, clouds blocking the way back, looking back, the lingering past is like a curtain of falling flowers flying in the lonely place. In the smoke and clouds, who sticks to the spot and dips a pen of infatuation to the white head?

I don't know when, a curtain of charming smoke and rain was blocked by the curtain of time, stranded outside the window of the season. Walking into the green, fat, red and thin scenery, the red incense broke off the sigh of the breeze, which caused me to feel sad and sorrowful.

Wandering alone on the shore of the lake that left me countless pleasures, I vaguely saw that on the sparkling water, the graceful weeping willows were reflected, and a pair of starry eyes full of sorrow were also reflected. On the edge of this lake, there used to be smoke and rain, flowers bloomed in all seasons, everywhere there were footprints of you and me dyeing incense, and there were always light dreams that you and I could not finish.

No matter how noisy the outside world is, you must stick to the peace of your soul, release a peace for your soul, and find a freedom for yourself. Whenever I am upset, I always like to find a space to be alone, and then let my thoughts drift with the wind, and escape from reality in the hustle and bustle. When the soul can't bear the load of life, it always wants to let its soul find a temporary peace and calm. Sometimes, although I am in a noisy and noisy environment, my heart has long been unaware of what realm to fly to, and I am always smiling on my face, and I have seen through all the complicated things in my inner constancy. People sometimes pretend to be a master of the world, but in fact, they don't have the true heartfelt reverence for nature, they don't have a gratitude and appreciation for life and the world, they don't have that kind and susceptible heart, they don't have the final enlightenment, and they don't have the kind and detached nature that naturally flows. (To be continued.) )