In those days when we never met, in those years when we loved each other deeply, you were accompanied by red makeup and light clothes, and I was accompanied by Bai Yue breeze.
When I think of you, there is always a story that makes you look like the first beauty, full of joy and deep joy.
When I miss acacia, I always have a deep feeling and never miss it. Go to the flower feast in spring, the breeze in summer, the red leaves in autumn and the snow in winter.
At the corner of life, we left many stories; Looking back at the years, the spring mountains are full of smoke and the autumn waters are full of eyes.
How many past events seem to be past lives, but they are vivid. I can't erase the memories I can't get rid of. What I can't keep is the fleeting time, but what I can't let go is the pear blossom lane brought by a shower.
Ordinary years, it is a clear line of words, a line of moonlight, a line of wind, a line of ink-dyed words, a line of misty rain to touch up, when you come, Su Causeway Xiao Chun; When I left, Pinghu was full of autumn moon
Joy and sadness are written in one line, and tears are written in two lines when reading.
When I miss acacia, the past is like the wind, and I fall asleep quietly.
Gu Huan: For my heart and yours, we will know each other and remember each other deeply.
Lu Tong: I missed plum blossoms all night, and suddenly I went to the window and suspected it was you.
Zhang Xian: It's better to marry Dongfeng than to have an affair.
Li Shangyin: When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, he talks about the late rain.
White wall of deva, old times, flowers and moons opening the window, a line of poems.
Reading a line, the time is dim, and a season is full of purples in my eyes;
Turn a page, the years are warm, and a cup of warm tea in my hand is full of water.
Perhaps fate is so beautiful and just right at any time, coming without words and going without words.
After walking through the war-torn world, I am finally satisfied. Although every dream has been shackled and every youth has been bitter, I am still grateful for those light makeup times.
When I miss acacia, the years are like flowers and flourish.
Meng Jiao: Heartache is as great as Qian Qian's. It's hard to say when sadness comes. Don't think that there is only a queen, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
Bai Juyi: Don't think about the past on the moon, it will damage your color and shorten your years.
Wang Kan: Acacia exists only in clove branches and cardamom treetops.
Yan: After parting, I remember meeting you. I dreamed of being with you several times.
I know, in the end, every thin road I walk is the spring breeze I planted in spring, and the deer I raised in spring crashed into your heart.
When the snow falls and the temples are frosted, I will write poems for you by the red fire with the ink you have studied. Outside the red window, I picked up the past, covered with snow and smelled plum blossoms.
When I miss acacia, I miss it like rain, fluttering and spreading.
Jiang Kui: Who taught the old red-violet night? We all know each other very well.
Wu Zetian: Seeing Zhu thinking in succession, he was haggard and fragmented.
Zhang Mi: Affectionate but spring moon, it's still a pity to stay behind.
Li Qingzhao: Don't forget yourself, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
I always inadvertently think of the morning when you passed by, and the rain fell on the eaves;
I always inadvertently feel that there was a lonely moon hanging on the edge of the sky at the dusk when you left.
Perhaps, you are the annual ring that I can't walk out of until I fall asleep in my life, and I still have a miss for you and all your wonderful times.
When I miss you, I think you are like a full moon, cold and bright.
Nalan Rong Ruo: If the moon is finally bright, I don't care about the ice and snow.
Wu Wenying: I'm disappointed. I can't spend two days on my honeymoon, and all of a sudden, the steps are covered with moss.
Ouyang Xiu: Pears will wither at the latest, so there is no definite return date.
Ye Li: Human nature is deeper than the sea, and it is less than half of lovesickness.
Perhaps there is such a person in the chapter of our life. When I think of it, mountains are all water; Thinking of this, my hair turned white and my eyes ran to the horizon.
Maybe one day, you will finally realize that the wind has crossed the mountain forest, which is a legend brought by an old man. Across the mountains and water, fish and geese are still the same size. In a word, a string of long winds is accompanied by joy.
Rain hits dust, which is an old story about the golden wind and rain. If you don't meet, you will be in the next place, and the flowers will be quiet and fragrant.
Come to think of it, what followed was myself during that time, so warm and sincere, so beautiful and pure.
When I miss acacia, I don't know what it is, but it is deep.
Dai Fugu: Acacia is bitter for itself, and it is empty after crossing it.
Xu Can: Fish books are absolutely old, and tears flow in the moon. The dream is unclear, and the distant mountains are chaotic.
Li Bai: The northern geese want to see everything in spring, but the southern geese can't write a book.
Li Na: When will I get back to Yin Zhi? Meng Guang will defend Qi Mei.
Misty rain platform, rain curtain, every thought, Chi Lian for paper, cymbals for pen, draw your appearance.
All loves, an apricot slanting. Every thought, cardamom and peach blossom make you miss each other.
My best youth is running in your direction, my skirt is full of flowers, my best dusk is full of peach blossoms and white hair, and I still don't change my acacia.
Miss acacia, you know better when you are drunk, and you know better when you love.
Cui Rong: If the spring breeze can come, it will be near the blue boudoir for the time being.
Lu You: This body is a land of mountains and rivers, still hanging in the air.
Chen Yulan: I cried a thousand times, so cold that my clothes were gone?
Zhu: The wine makes you leave, and the tears make you worry. Think about Chu Yunsheng, and people will be far away.
It will be colorful for a while; Give thousands of loneliness a fleeting time.
I always thought that those lovesickness with eyes full of spring breeze were the most romantic waste in my life, even those painful past events and even those flowers that ended in tea.
I always thought that waiting for those pear blossoms in the rain was the most wordless joy in my life, even those sad spring and autumn, even those lovesickness and warm tea after drinking.
Miss acacia, cover with snow and smell plum blossoms.
Yan: Acacia has no words. Don't waste your tears on stationery.
Gui Youguang: There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted when my wife died. Now it is as elegant as architecture.
Yuan Zhen: However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Wei Zhuang: I was disappointed that Xiaoying had a broken moon, so I said goodbye to her and soundproofed from now on.
Years are separated from each other, and the past is deeply connected. It's still the way it looks at first sight, with boundless fingers. Who is in Taohua Township, turning over and over, the plain grain of one page is lost.
Maybe life has an unsatisfactory ending, but we still try to live. Just like those flowers, sooner or later, they will keep up with the pace of tea, but they will be as happy as them.
And the person I miss may no longer have a return date, only the wind, parked outside the small window, burning with flowers and words; Only that string was broken at parting, lotus lotus tactic, slow down.
Missing is a cold dream, tossing and turning all my life, it's Sauvignon Blanc, it's a joy, it's a new worry, it's an old acquaintance, it's a peach blossom stationery, it's full of feelings, it's a pile of 3 thousand poems, it's drifting away and gradually becoming silent.
Missing is the background of self-commitment and self-abandonment, so you can pity me; It is the horseshoe that raises the dust, but it is still clean and self-sufficient, so that you can see me but not me; It's the water lily singing the song of pumping water. You can spoil me and pity me.
Maybe you will always be like a poem, with spring breeze in your brow, spring water in your eyes and slightly upturned lips. You are the youth of peach blossom, with 24 solar terms hanging on your cuffs, which is the joy of time.
And I am on earth, in the lonely corner of the city, slowly listening to the old songs, putting on a flower pin for time, watching the rolling curtains of the mountain, flowers blooming into the inkstone, the pen of spring breeze giving birth to clouds, your eager eyes, clear waves flowing, my heart and pen are beautiful.