Without you, how can my happiness dock

Since you left, my happiness has gradually faded away in the mud of the river beach. My heart is getting older while waiting, but I am still persistent. Deep in loneliness, I can only give my thoughts to the breeze and give the wine to the inscription (Wen: rain dances alone)

Beside the river bank, I cherish the scenery of a river alone, pour a glass of wine, and listen to the past in the sound of the river waves. Looking back, I can’t see the way I came. I searched through the Jiangtan, but I couldn’t find the trace just like when I first saw it. How can I write when I am silent about the river and water? Meeting you is the most beautiful accident in my life. But in the end, people don’t know where to look. Green waves still flow east. The warmth and warmth you gave me today has become my dream’s hard pursuit. In the the tide, the separated Xiao Xiao could no longer blow the pleasant sound of high mountains and flowing water, and the lonely silk string could no longer pop up wild geese on the sandbank melodious tone. Who has drip red beans from southern China in the river? When will the elegant green clothes no longer dance? Who is the Spoony words, gradually messy in boymarker, one word, one tears, one sigh? With a sound of steam whistle, I couldn’t hide the voice of sorrow; With a thin edge, I couldn’t hold the lonely sail and walked away. Today, who saw that there was an Yi man carrying a pipe of Disabled Xiao along the west wind, stepping on the silent River Road, juggling his mind like a lotus, lingering and lingering? Think about it, carry the sound of waves, swim along the direction of dreams, swim on the season, touch the Jiangnan Water charm, Bloom together, and use the attitude of sing merrily and dance gracefully, you can write a volume of Dan ink like flowing clouds; Think about it, in Azure, the willow is made as a flute and the dance wind is made into a song. Any 3,000 green silk dances with snowflakes, making the heart lake full of continuous ripples and showing you a love of red dust. Gently touch the bracelet you sent, but at the moment I miss you and you are not around. Oh, dear, how can I use my heart tone to make you feel the day and night thoughts of this lovesickness ferry? Have you seen me standing alone by the river one night when you miss me, letting the years peel off your face, waiting like the girl Mochou sculptures? Do you know, I don’t ask the morning and evening, don’t ask the wind and rain, don’t ask the four seasons, don’t ask Jin Xi He Xi, leave a Lotus pure, only waiting for you to come? Now, although my thin figure is stained with the color of loneliness, my persistent heart is still wandering in yesterday’s journey, unwilling to return. I am used to picking up the past, a sleeve of favorite autumn rain, and a thousand miles of light sound. Maybe one day I will be lost in the lonely sandbar of love for you, but even if the wind and sand dry my flesh and blood, I will never stop on my way to find you. A gust of autumn wind messed up my world. You turned around and dimmed the sky. Dear, without you, how can my happiness dock? Wish you a heart, white heads are not separated. On the vast waterfront, where can I find a boat, let me escape from this lonely river bank, walk into the deep clouds, convert silently, stay away from this place where the river rhyme is broken, and forget this journey of red dust? The river was speechless, and I was speechless. I silently shook thousands of sorrows in the cup. I swung up the boundless river and cold water in the past few years. I looked up at my neck, and I was fascinated by the desolate and desolate bottle, tears and rippling into the river, today is the end I guessed and the tragedy I couldn’t let go. I wore a plain coat and waved my sleeves like the wind. Even if my red makeup faded, I still wanted to weave my everlasting love for love. As long as time is wasted, as long as the sea is in full swing, as well as the green silk of cold wind, lengthening the silence of the night and slimming my figure, I am still waiting for you in my heart. For you, I am willing to set up the sun, the night and the vast expanse in the sound of Honghong. Looking at the vast river in front of me, I finally understood that there was a kind of change in the current year called the change of things and people, and there was a kind of red dust and loneliness in the world called Yijiang waiting. Look at a tree near the river, peach blossom once blossomed in a charming and enchanting way. However, after a season of lush green onions, it finally withered away and turned into dust. I really hope that no one can ask me if I can still see the forgotten lovesickness pavilion on the other side, and don’t ask me if I can still hear the continuous sound of Honghong on the river, don’t ask me if I can still find the flying wing Kallima inachus, because I go back and forth like a ghost in this deserted river, standing again and again, wandering again and again, sometimes, I really don’t even know whether I am floating in the blank world or waiting for tomorrow or the past. Perhaps, in the future, I will never be in the drizzle season, whispering a dream of rain and flowers, walking calmly in the smoky alley with spring curtain and light breeze long sleeve. Perhaps, in the future, I will no longer be able to read your deep feelings quietly with a bunch of silence like blooming flowers, caress the noise of the sleeping world, hold candlelight, and feel like Sheng, the pure heart sound flowing slowly in my heart. Yao Qin is still on hold in ornate building, but now I can’t play the long-standing music. Eyebrow Pencil was still lying quietly in dresser, but now I have no intention to describe the previous makeup. In dreams, there is always a black and white landscape. When I wake up, I always feel melancholy about locking my eyebrows on the mirror. Seeing the people around me come and go, everything seems so calm, but I am always at a loss. Dear, I really want to be close to you and be tightly held in your arms, even if it is a second, a second of warmth. I really want to know, on the other side of the river, in that strayed into lotus flowers profound, can you still look around? At this moment, the city where thoughts swept through my heart again, I wrote on the beach with the bright red of peach blossoms, but the air-cooled hands trembled, and the blooming on the beach was full of the farewell song, in the end, there is only a vast expanse of the world.

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