Life, true love once, only one person

Please allow me to make a maple leaf stick to my heart, standing on the bank of the autumn river, with my eyebrows and eyes shining, blooming on the edge of the season in the posture of a flower, in the sigh of the moon, keep an unforgettable beauty forever, and continue to look forward to meeting you again.

(1) with a smile, pure white love was always the most afraid of summer until I met you in the fire in June that year. From then on, I fell in love with summer. That year, Yan from the South brought me a bright and soft wind, swaying the lingering in my heart. In the cool breeze of midsummer, the morning glory in front of the window gradually climbed up the window sill, with dark fragrance, floating to you looking at me, with deep eyes; I responded to you, and the piano was distant. You are on the other side, entering the word, I am on this side, entering the poem, that river, oh, with a touch of warmth, Yingying smile. On the bank of the river that year, there was always a murmur of melody, singing the old ballad. The sky in the south of the Yangtze River is floating with pure white clouds, just like the pure white thoughts in the pure white days. The stars all over the sky are dim in front of you. How can the beautiful sunset along the river compare with your youthful smiling face? We hold an umbrella together and walk in the rain and fog. The sound of rain and the collision of heart resonate with the umbrella. Oh, happiness is so close, the close one can make the two hearts in love one. In that year, I was often fascinated by the charm of poetry. I couldn’t tell which one was you and which one was myself. Silent Night, smelling the smell of wind and dust can remind me of you. The world has its own fragrance in July. I am willing to fragrance myself into flowers and bloom in the world with you every year. In the season when Catkins fly, the reflection of the river bank is hugging each other. In laughter, I just want to go to a different flower feast with you. I would like to hear you play ancient songs of Han palace for me every night, I want to fly and rotate with you in the landscape picture of the smoke. I remember that day, you gently put the jade ring carved by yourself on my ring finger of the right hand and whispered with a smile: a pot of wine, I can get drunk for a while; But a pot of dream, I can get drunk all my life. Flowers bloom and cherish each other, flowers fall and do not abandon, red dust ferry, you are happy. Dear, for you, I am willing to become a butterfly, follow you in the end of the world, follow you in the days and nights, years and years, dancing lightly in your gently dripping pen and ink, listen to the sound of flowers blooming season after season. (2) a window of silhouette, no more yesterday Mingyan River, whose erhu pulled a song “flower in water” so sad? Looking at the time when the willow was peeling off, the sky was far away solitary wild goose, tears, and the smoky rain in the south of the Yangtze River in that year could not help but be a poem of broken chapters. The clear water in my memory was long, and now it is stranded on the lonely sandbar. The world is like a chess game, and the river is lonely and full of melancholy. Time flying, you, silent, I also don’t say anything, perhaps, this is the poor tacit understanding between us. Flowers drift away and water flows away. Helpless, I shook my head with a wry smile and sighed: The curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Have you ever promised that the forever has become hopeless? Is it true that the book didn’t come at the beginning? I can’t go back to the old road, and I can’t wait for it. In this life, my face is empty to pay for the night? Hiding in the shadow, one Cup, another cup of missing wine, Ren’s melancholy flooded and flooded like this, showing the splendor of one-man show in a place where no one cares. Since leaving, no matter it is sunny or rainy, I have chosen to hold an umbrella. I like to cover my face with a light blue umbrella. I don’t want to be kept in the eyes of passers-. For the mirror, I chose to put down my long hair and no longer tied it with hair bands. I let the blue silk spread out beside my cheeks, which could just cover my gaunt face. To me, this red dust, everything except you is far away without any meaning. In fact, although my heart is painful, I still like to stand in the rain screen of fleeting years, thinking about the past of you and me, and the past of smoke and rain on Earth. I still wait silently, waiting for you to pass by with an umbrella again in the rain. I dare not expect you to look back. I only hope that I can see you in the drizzle, even if what I see is just your far back. Maple leaves fall, who is buried in the prosperous years? Today, in the Liu Dyke who hugged each other and in the faint whistle, I once again sang your favorite song “Farewell to Cambridge” and bent down to pick up a red maple leaf, use the faith and strength of love to engrave your name deeply on the leaf surface, and then gather a trace of warmth in memory to fill the scar after love on your chest (3) a parting song, when the funeral was flourishing, Shaohua had a few empty strokes, and the clouds always hurried. How can a piece of pale voice write the sadness of all thoughts? My world will never see the willow shade and the flowers are full of flowers; I will never see the small bridge flowing water flying purple mist, and the two butterflies chasing the spring garden. Dear, where have you been? In the middle of my water, there is no bright moon. The lonely smoky rain is always so long. A drop of tears fell down the cold cheek and finally understood: I stepped into your red dust, you embedded in my life, once at hand, now every side of the world. On this road, you will still appear in my eyes, and you may not find my frequency. In the world of wind, love is a kind of waiting; In the world of rain, love is a kind of helplessness. No matter how beautiful the flowers bloom on the other bank, no matter how solemn and stirring the leaves fall, they cannot be appreciated or crossed. Today, the most broken-hearted, but only four words: Why did you have? Hopesfire is gradually dying out, but I still can’t bear to let the dream wither. Wave your sleeves and make a difference with Yunxia. I will go to Guan Shan for thousands of miles. Step by step, there will be my cherished blessing. Thank you for rendering me a song of Qi Li Xiang, which is full of fun! Thank you for giving me full memories! After all, it was you who gave me a wonderful encounter in this world, a blooming season and a prosperous season. In silence, I will still touch the objects you have touched, appreciate the scenery you have enjoyed, walk through the road you have traveled, and hum the songs you have hummed because, I didn’t want to give up my previous oath, so I kept the channel of the appointment and never deviated. As long as you know, no matter how Haggard the face, no matter how long we have been apart, my heart is still in place; My love is still in place! In this life, let me scoop a pot of pure river water, boil the thoughts of my whole life, and then dip the ink color in autumn water to write the infatuation of the whole life without regret. Under the Sun, let me stand alone in the place where you turn around.

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