Today, who knows the Lotus’s mind

Standing in the plain paper of November, looking at the Autumn Water in the east, it is always difficult to calm down. Around, people come and go, who can fly in the autumn wind, with my affectionate singing? In this season of falling leaves, it is easy to be contaminated with loneliness. When the sun was setting, who saw me wandering alone under the willow tree that witnessed my love? Perhaps no one knows that for you, I will often hide behind the night, disclose and write books, write a heart-filled lovesickness, and then bind them into lonely scrolls one by one. Countless times, I looked up and asked Liu Yun: What is the meaning of overlapping words and splashing ink? What is the single queue of lonely shadows? Countless times, I asked my lonely heart with a low eyebrow, when will I get a reunion day and when will I go to Liuxia together? When you meet me, you are as beautiful as a rainbow. When you meet me, you are destined to change your life. Whether you come or not, it will be hard to forget you all your life. The West Lake in that dream is already deep in my memory. The deep kiss on that Lanzhou taught me to agree with each other. Nothing’s gonna change, this life will never leave. Dear, I think I must be the lotus seed you lost five hundred years ago. Others say that I am indifferent and reserved, but how do they know that I am the Lotus’s mind? In this life, flowers bloom only for a reward. In the smoky rain, my heart only supports a long Chrysanthemum, just for you! After you left, I wrote a pen with willow branch and wanted to describe the boundless spring. Who knows that what I drew was flowers, Xie, red, and solitary wild goose. After you left, I took the wind as the sleeve, if you want to dance willow green and peach Red, who knows what I dance is actually fallen petals lie in profusion, with vast clouds and water. I miss the smell of spring sunshine and the clear corners of your mouth in the sunshine. However, what I can catch is only the nothingness and illusory in the Phantom. I can pick up the fallen leaves, but I can’t pick up the melancholy left in the wind. Therefore, I said to myself: you don’t need so much sunshine, maybe rainy days and nights are more suitable for you. Your voice is still there, but people are far away. The true words you left me fall one after another, bypassing the dark curtain of the long night and constantly breaking into the pain of broken intestines and penetrating hearts. Who should I rely on when I am a stranger to the world? The language falls in the river, the lovesickness ferry, and the sound of water stretches. Can you hear the thoughts rising day and night? In the days of missing, I put my heart and mind into drift bottle again and again. I don’t expect that one day you can salvage it. I just hope that my infatuation can move the sky, let the wind and rain tell you for me: On the other side, there is always a silly woman walking alone in the depths of the red dust, for you, don’t let love be stained with a trace of dust. Sometimes, I only wish to come and go in a dream or suddenly all my life. As long as there is you in the dream and you are in the trance, then I am willing to be in a trance all my life and never wake up all my life. What is rendering the withering of a flower season? If you leave forever, who can bring me the mood of spring blossoms next dawn? Just because you said that year that I would like to draw eyebrows for you all my life, so I, a woman who originally only liked the smell of books and ink and didn’t like powdery fragrance fragrance, but now I fall in love with thrush, there is a kind of paranoid love, because every time I draw a eyebrow, I imagine that you are writing a description for me. In the mirror, I can always see that you are loving my eyes and smiling every year, without your Valentine’s Day, I would go to the flower shop to buy five most red and colorful roses. Then, walking alone by the river, I wrote down the declaration that I only love you in this life on the beach with my fingers, then throw roses into the river. Can you know that the ripples of the river are my breath? Every time, walking into the Rock gangway we walked by each other, my heart couldn’t help surging. When my fingers slipped over the thousand-year Moss attached to Shek Pik, a drop of clear tears reflected my lonely and thin face. Do you know it, my pale face has already depicted your deep feeling of looking back? Dear, there must be no one in this world who loves you more than me! This life will never stop thinking about you! Never! You are the only lovesickness in my heart. Your love is the infatuated lingering of my life. I don’t know if I thought about it again and again, have you ever moistened a new word in your dream? I don’t know if there is a time when the rain is flying, the sound in my heart is crying, but has it ever slipped across your forehead and brow? If one day, you will come to the meeting place, please be sure to listen attentively and listen to me play a song quietly, because I want you to understand that the time of a song is very short, and I think your time is really long and long. Ear, suddenly there is your voice lingering, I quickly listen to your ears, warm with your voice. In front of you, the falling willow leaf, but your missing? Pick a piece of green willow leaf, carve a deep-sounding name with heart, describe a clear smiling face, put it on the water surface, let it drift away with the waves, stretch out his hand, and then fold the next willow branch left by time, in the lingering Willow Wind, listen quietly to the heartbeat of the other world. Oh, dear, today’s miss for you is still quiet and plain, just like the first sight. When I gently spread the micro-rolled willow leaf, my heart was no longer painful. Although the cold wind was full of sleeves at the moment, my thoughts were all the way to the south. The heart of Lotus was blooming and swaying in the old spring breeze.

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