Perfect love, time to win, withstand the passing years, withstand parting, and stand longing.

To be a man should be a little indifferent, the breeze and drizzle, the same charm, and the intention; to do things a little calmly, between the pitch, still free and easy.

Time is quiet, and you talk. The water flows for a long time, and it is the same as you. The prosperity is gone, and the old man is old.

The time is quiet, I am willing to grow old with my wife, I am willing to be with my wife for a long time, and I am willing to stay in my wife's heart when the prosperity is over.

There will always be a time when you are alone, and you may have a lot to say, but you don't know what to say or to whom.

Tranquility freezes the years, stands still time, and tastes the faint sadness brought by loneliness. Loneliness is the intersection of spirit and body, and loneliness is the beauty of purifying the soul.

Falling red dust is like smoke in the past, after several ups and downs, counting the joys and sorrows of the world, sighing that the red dust is deep and shallow;

Time flies by the bun, the clothes are lightly danced, the dust and mist are shaken off, and all the joys and sorrows are unforgettable.

We have laughed and cried for a period of time, and we can't get rid of the tangled emotions for a while, but with the passage of time, they slowly settle in the bottom of our hearts and gather into a carved landscape.

The years have robbed us of our faces, but they have left our own stories. Although some stories are only in a moment, they have crossed the heart of the years and merged into the soul.

Ah Lang stood with his back to his back, standing on the surface of the lake, looking at the lake between the inches under his feet, he couldn't help but gently raise his left hand and wave it towards the lake, and the lake burst up in an instant, turning into countless stairs and extending to the shining moon in the night sky......

Ah Lang slowly raised his feet, walked towards the stairs formed by the condensation of the lake, and walked towards the bright moon in the sky step by step......

A figure full of fire, looking at the scene in front of him from afar, his eyes burst into colorful ripples, his body flickered, disappeared in place, and reappeared in the place where the stairs had been condensed by the lake, and then he also lifted his slender feet lightly, and followed Ah Lang's footsteps from afar.

A hint of strangeness flashed in Ah Lang's eyes, but the pace under his feet was still unhurried, stepping on the stairs formed by the condensation of the lake, slowly moving towards the full moon, and his body gradually disappeared into the clouds.

After Ah Lang appeared at the top of the clouds, the staircase formed by the condensation of the lake water instantly turned into countless water droplets, scattered in all directions and returned to the void with the clear night breeze.

Ah Lang's footsteps did not stop, he still walked forward, stepping on the endless void, walking in the direction of the full moon, step by step.

The figure of Ruhuo, still far behind Ah Lang, his curious eyes were self-evident, staring at Ah Lang's back for a long time.

Ah Lang looked at the full moon that seemed to be close at hand, and then stopped to move forward, and his whole body was wrapped in the endless moonlight.

Ah Lang stared at the bright moon in front of him for a long time, and whispered softly in his mouth......

The prosperous world, if there are three thousand waters, meeting is the fate of the previous life. Life is in a hurry, and at the moment of passing by, you have entered my world.

Under the same sky, ordinary you and I meet and know each other. Don't ask for vigorous and heroic words, only pour your heart into the refreshing mountains and flowing water. I don't expect to live and live in the world, but only intoxicated by your simple and warm words.

Distance is not the limit of my love. On windy days, my thoughts will be carried by the wind. On rainy days, my wishes will be accompanied by rain. There are days when you are there, although you are at the end of the world, your heart dances with your heart. If you come, you will be happy, and if you go, you will disperse.

You don't know my sorrow, it's that I haven't touched your heart. You don't understand me, and I don't blame you. I want you to know that when I love you, you don't know how to cherish it, and if I leave, it will be indefinite.

You don't know my helplessness, it's that I didn't let you see clearly. You don't understand me, and I don't blame you. I want you to know that when I was lonely, you didn't come, and when you appeared, my heart withered.

You don't know my affection, it's because I don't get your sincerity. You don't understand me, and I don't blame you. Is it because you don't cherish it, or is it because I don't keep it?

Knowing each other shallowly, indifferently is enough.

You don't know my decision, it's your indifference that breaks my heart. You don't understand me, and I don't blame you. I don't ask you to always put me at ease, as long as you can remember me when you walk in a familiar landscape, and remember me in a familiar tune, even if it is a faint memory.

Time will dilute all love and hate, including you and me. What you once thought was unforgettable, but it can also be so light. If the heart does not move, it does not hurt.

Just let everything go with the flow, no longer force happiness that does not belong to you, no longer chase pleasures that do not belong to you, and no longer embrace promises full of dreams. The endless expectations that can't be borrowed, who can repay the debt of lovesickness?

Cherish the people who care about you, and cherish the people who are worthy of your own cherishment. In a limited life, drunk together, there are no regrets in this life, even if the end of the world is strange, there are no regrets.

The years go by, and the years are quiet. I am just me, not for whom to change, not for whom to be humbled. You love me, and I am happy. If you don't love me, I have no complaints, and the ends of the world are safe. Shallow encounter, warm gathering, indifferent is more appropriate.

After a long time, Ah Lang slowly turned around, smiling, and looking at the fiery figure in the distance.

A young man, dressed in white, with his back to the full moon, stood with his hands in his hands, like jet-black hair scattered casually on his shoulders, swaying wantonly with the gentle night breeze. The complexion of the face is transparent and white, at first glance it looks like a statue carved from crystal, completely beyond the beauty of all living beings in the world, the pupils in the eyes are faintly revealed, like a deep pool, and like two precious jade in the night, when still, it seems to be lifeless, when it flashes, there is a brilliant light, and it is better than the most brilliant and dazzling stars in the sky. The nose is high, the lips are angular and angular, and the glittering moonlight falls on its body, which further sets off its majestic posture of the ape's back and wolf's waist......

The figure like fire instantly felt that his breath was stagnant, and his little heart was thumping, thumping, thumping.

Who is this young man? He is young, and his cultivation is not only extremely contemporary, handsome and free-spirited, but he can even recite poetry? Since I have been practicing, my state of mind has long been unwavering, and I am as immobile as a mountain. At this moment, how could he lose his mind, have a good impression of him, and faintly have a slight affection.

"The girl is dressed in red like fire, and her face is covered with a red veil, but she is the person in charge of this "Great Wilderness Mountain"?" Ah Lang said with a smile.

The woman in red shook her posture, came to Ah Lang's approach, and whispered: "Serious person, dare to ask who you are, how did you come to this "Great Wilderness Mountain"?"

"I saw the principal here, and I was invited by Zhang Dutong to come here. Ah Lang looked at the woman in red and bowed.

The woman in red nodded and said, "What does it feel like to miss someone to the extreme?"

Ah Lang said with a smile: "As long as the years are safe, even if you don't see it!"

The woman in red had a burst of brilliance in her eyes, looked directly at Ah Lang, and was silent for a long time.

Ah Lang was still smiling, and looked back at the woman in red with an unusually calm look in his eyes.

Since the king's appearance, his face has turned haggard. Sijun is like a bright candle, tormented and tearful.

Since the king's appearance, the mirror is red makeup. Sijun is like a night candle, frying thousands of tears.

After the woman in red finished speaking, she looked at Ah Lang quietly, motionless.

Where does the eternal night go?

The incense pavilion is covered, the eyebrows are constricted, and the moon will sink.

Fighting forbearance and not looking for each other, resentment and loneliness.

Change my heart, for your heart, I know each other deeply.

Ah Lang also finished speaking, looking at the woman in red with a smile, motionless.

A few times, and then reported Fang Feixie.

Cherish the spring and fold the remnants of red.

The rain is light and windy, and the plum is green.

Yongfeng willow, no one ends the sun and snow.

Don't pluck the strings, complaining about the strings can be said.

The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of them

Knot.

The night has passed, and the east window has not been white.

The woman in red, after finishing speaking, looked at Ah Lang quietly as always, without saying anything.

After listening to the words of the woman in red, Ah Lang was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "The girl is a good poet!"

"Dare to ask sir, what is so good about this poem?" the woman in red whispered.

Ah Lang smiled slightly, and then said slowly......

Several cuckoo cries were heard, and it was reported that the spring was about to wither. The people who cherish the spring want to fold the broken flowers even more. Why, although the rain is gentle, the wind is fierce, just in time for the twilight spring season when the plums are green. Look at the willow trees of Yongfeng Fang, scattering flocculation like snow all day long in the uninhabited garden.

Don't pluck the strings of the lute, and my deep grievances will not pour out the strings. If there is love in the sky, it will not grow old, and true love will never be extinct. The amorous heart is like a pair of silk nets, with thousands of knots in between. Midnight has passed, the east is not white, and there is still a waning moon.

The poem recalls the destruction of past love, but there is no clear word. Completely use the description of the scenery to set off, hint, let the reader find and comprehend by himself. Together, they brought up the sound sadly, saying that it reported to people that the beautiful spring had passed again.

Judging from the word "again", they have been in love for more than a year. However, due to the resistance, just like spring, it came and went in a hurry. When spring goes, people will regret it, but the thoughts and practices of regret are different.

A fold word expresses how much cherishing and attachment to love that has been devastated by wind and rain.

Xia Yan will pick out the true meaning of this, but the first two sentences come very abruptly, and the strings can tell extremely strong resentment, and say "don't pluck the strings", you can see how miserable this situation is, although the language is strange, the meaning is in the same vein as the above. "The sky is not old, the love is inexorable", although love is destroyed, as long as the sky is not old, love is difficult to break, sadness to make strong words, love the heart, lingering.

"The heart is like a double wire net, there are thousands of knots", the two love each other, know each other, although it is destroyed, it is in vain. At this point, the expression of emotions has also arrived**. But the love is not over, the spring night is over, the east is not white, the lonely lamp goes out first, so it is just right.

"It seems that the girl is not only the player, but also the person in the song!" Ah Lang looked at the woman in red and said with a smile.

Before Ah Lang's words fell, the woman in red was full of true anger, and suddenly burst into flames, and in the night sky, the wind was fierce, and the thick clouds under her feet disappeared in an instant.

Ah Lang stood still, squinting his eyes slightly, still smiling at the woman in red, without saying a word, motionless.

The woman in red immediately regained her composure, bowed slightly towards Ah Lang, and said apologetically: "I was agitated and rude just now, Mr. Wanwang understands." Does that gentleman have a relative poem?"

Ah Lang also nodded slightly and said softly......

The willows in the west city make the spring soft, and the tears are difficult to collect.

I still remember the affection, and I once returned to the boat.

Biye Zhuqiao was a day of events, people were gone, and the water was empty.

Shaohua doesn't stay for teenagers, hates you, when will you rest?

When the flying flakes fall into the flowers, a climb.

The spring river is full of tears, inexhaustible, and many sorrows.

After listening to Ah Lang, the woman in red was confused for a while, then lowered her head and was silent for a long time.

"Dare to ask the girl's name?" Ah Lang said with a smile.

"Red as fire, dare to ask Mr. Daming?" The woman in red slowly raised her head, looked at Ah Lang, and whispered.

"I'm as white as snow!" Ah Lang replied with a smile.

"White as snow, red as fire. White as snow, red as fire. After listening to Ah Lang's words, the woman in red was stunned for a moment, and then whispered.

Boom, Boom, Boom......

The woman in red burst out laughing, a crisp lark-like laughter that echoed in the silent night sky for a long time......