[This...... It's an essay again, I'm me, I'm ...... I'm really going to write it today, but I'm helping a girl with counseling, can you believe it...... I did it for two and a half hours, I'm sorry!]

The sleeves are purple with the smoke of the furnace, and the wine is faint. Where in the world is to ask for affection? What we want to talk about today is lovesickness in love.

"The wind moves the residual lamp and shakes the rusty curtain, the flower cage is faint and the moon is faint and the curtain hook, and the old hatred is suddenly in the heart" a kind of lovesickness, if you know that it is impossible, you are still bitterly obsessed, but you are bitter and hard-working, if you want to cut it off, but you are unwilling, so, her beginning, is a mistake. If forgetfulness is God's greatest gift to man, then longing is the poison that man bestows upon himself, like the wine in the moonlight, swaying and shining...... Lovesickness is difficult to give, and it is also difficult.

"Lovesick Fu"

[Insert "Lovesick Fu" (Cold Bird)]

And like the long river, it cannot be broken, and like the young leaves withered and yellow, drifting with the wind, and looking at the thousands of mountains and rivers, the wind whimpers, and falling with the breeze, listening to the heart's fluttering, and looking at the thousands of duckweed, drifting uncertainly, and returning to the netherworld, listening to the low sobbing, and looking up at the majestic rain, and dancing, and staring at the man in chains, hissing and mourning, and stopping in the heavens and the earth, the hollow valley sounds, and probing the lonely man, staring indifferently, and being entangled by the silk of love, not broken, and entering the bottomless vortex, and finally unable to escape. And laugh at the frivolous fool, burning and embers, and listen to the silent place where the time flows, ten feet of red dust, farther and farther apart. Behold me in silence......

Next up is "Oriental Chronicles"

[Insert "Oriental Chronicles" (Yinlin)】

"Whether the love word is written is empty, and it is given one stroke at a time. "Fortunately, we are all outsiders in Hongchen, taking life as a journey, death as a return, a heart is polished by wind and frost, and we can look down on everything after all. Ferring the world, following the ups and downs of the world, listening to the words of the creatures. A friend once said to me: "After I have completed all the small wild hopes, I will go up and down with the years, and laugh at the world as a passerby." ”

Next up is "The Ferry"

[Insert "Ferry" (Shao Si Ming)]

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. This is the end of today's meeting, and finally I will end with Rong Ruo's song "Again":

"Mingyue should laugh at me and laugh at me now. Lonely spring heart, lonely and alone.

Recently, I'm afraid to talk about current events, and I'm all over the place. The moon is shallow and the light is deep, where can I find the clouds in my dreams?"