The moon was just round. The evening clouds scattered, and the night sky was as clear as day. gradually fading away, all the drunkenness and residual wine is gone. The pavilion is in danger, and the cold is on the sleeve. Looking back at the past, I have been waiting for a long time. How can you be so charming and beautiful, even if you die alone? Thinking of it day and night, my own emptiness makes me thin.
Who can compare with the gods in divination? To say that I don't come, because I am tied to the Yi family, through the years, secretly look, also can't bear to look at flowers and willows. It's a pity. Good scenery, good night, did not slightly open his eyebrows temporarily opened his mouth. I ask you when I'll be with you. I'm still sad.
Time flew by. At the entrance of an ordinary alley, under a parasol tree, who was leaning against the fence and looking at the blue sky? On a clear autumn night, when the lights of thousands of houses were first lit, the neon lights flickered, and the bright moon was no longer in sight. Time has passed, autumn dew gradually cold, in the middle of the night difficult to sleep, feel thin quilt. On both sides of the Milky Way, meteors flew everywhere, whether it stirred up waves in the chest. Outside the window, the leaves of the parasol tree were still stained with ink. Although the starlight in the sky was as bright as a mirror, there was no mottled shadow under the parasol tree. Cold and cheerless, I once tried to find where to find, where to find my heart. Starry night, no moon, no one can express their feelings. Was there anyone else who could tell that Haitang was still interesting? The rarely seen avatar flashed on the screen. How could his excited heart let go of this fleeting opportunity? Words filled with deep affection appeared on the keyboard.
"I miss you." The screen was showing the words " each other." "The long night, where did you go? Why did you disappear after such a long time?”"I'm busy." "Is it an excuse?" "No, I'm really busy. When I relax a little, I can't wait to look for you.”"Is it true?" "There's no need to lie to you. If anyone lied, they would leave this world first.”"I trust you. There's no need to cast such a heavy spell.”"It was originally a very pure thing, but because of your doubts, I lost the interest in talking about it. Why don't we not chat today? We'll wait for another time when we're in a good mood.”"Don't! Nothing was irreparable. Let's first recall the past we once shared together.”"Yes! Yes, the past could also make the flowers of experience more vibrant and beautiful.”
One night a year ago, it was also an autumn night with a bright moon and few stars. The cold moonlight filled the earth like mercury. Suddenly, a few words flashed on the screen. "Hello, friend." "Hello," "What are you doing?" "Write something." "What about you?" "A karaoke song." "Can you send it over for me to listen to? I want to savor the sweetness of your singing.”"Sure, but you have to tell me why you sleep late every day.”"You're not my good friend. How did you know?”"After I finished my karaoke, I liked to browse online. It was only one day that I accidentally entered your space and found that your space was especially fascinating to me. Therefore, I came to your space every day to take a look. Therefore, I realized that you slept very late every day.”"Oh! It has become my habit to sleep late at night. Because after I finished writing, I had to correct it again before lying down to rest.”"Oh! Don't you feel tired after a long time?”"Habit becomes natural." "Sleeping late is not a good habit.”"Yes, I'll change it in the future! I've already told you my secret of sleeping late. Where's your song?”"I'll give it to you right away. The name is 'I Will Be Your Snow Lotus in This Life'.”"Yes! I like it." "Add me as a friend! I hope I can often accompany your sleepless nights.”"Alright, thank you. The main thing is that your songs fascinated me even more.”
Would the sound of the passing waves still be the same? Would the lonely boat filled with the afterglow of the setting sun be able to carry too much sorrow? The setting sun reflected the desert of the Western Region. A wisp of smoke from the kitchen was already showing the gentleness of the water village fish market. The banks of willows piled with smoke, whether there were still looming fog-locked buildings. At the ferry in autumn, who was at the bow of the boat, holding a cup with both hands and persuading the setting sun to drink? In the early autumn of the Embroidered Tower, who was witnessing the black hair in the phoenix mirror, who was regretting the passing of time, who was shedding tears for the late change of appearance. Feeling the time like water, sighing the time like a song. She looked at her own shadow and felt sorry for herself. She could only see her gloomy face and no graceful figure jumping around. Only yearning is silent, and it is difficult to find a graceful dance.
"Do you still remember the night we first met? Which season of the four seasons was it? Do you still remember the moment we met? Do you still remember the enchanting moonlight that night?”"I can remember everything that's worth cherishing. If I say that I don't remember anything one day, then you've hurt me deeply.”"I won't. I won't hurt you unless it's unintentional.”"Habit is natural. If you always have a feeling in your heart that my weight can tilt the balance of your emotions, you will do everything to find that emotional balance. If one day, you were indifferent to the tilting of the balance, that would explain everything. There would not be any unintentional harm if they were valued, but there would only be unnecessary misunderstandings. I may not be able to differentiate between misunderstanding and hurt, but as time passes, I believe that I will use my heart to weigh the proportion of misunderstanding and hurt.”"It's too profound and difficult to understand. Can you explain it more clearly?”"If you don't come, I won't grow old. This is the most empty promise. My heart belongs to you, it can't withstand the polishing of time. The end of the world could only witness the changes of the world, but it could not withstand the slightest sincere promise.”"I don't know if I'm confused or confused.”"Alright, I'll give you another song,'Let's Be Friends Forever'.”
Friends were like moonlight. As long as it was a sunny day, they would have the light of the moon. But was that 'forever' the heart of the moon?‘Forever, was it giving birth to Moonlight's heart? Because forever, people would always feel the power of hope, just like the dark night. People were used to looking up at the stars in the sky. People who ran in the dark always hoped to see the expectations in their hearts. Even the faint light could let people experience the front! In front! That's the direction I'm working towards---that little bit of light that makes me full of confidence.
As it approached midnight, the dark night sky gradually became clear. The slightly incomplete full moon in the southeast sky was hanging high above the sycamore tree. The light of the stars had already disappeared. The light of the moon replaced the lights. On the slightly quiet road, the hustle and bustle was almost gone. The night was getting cold, and the mood was dispirited. Many people lamented why life couldn't always be like the first time they met.
The darkness could not understand the loneliness of the parasol tree, and the starlight could not understand the loneliness of the parasol tree. The mottled moon shadow was sobbing softly, perhaps hiding behind the curtain. Or was Yuehua also intoxicated by this moment of wandering? She waved her hand lightly, but she couldn't bear to leave. She still hugged her pipa and hesitated shyly. Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in my eyes, I wonder if I can continue all my wishes. In the end, they were relatively silent, or if their hearts were willing, it was really a kind of never leaving.
From the beginning of the missing moon hanging sparse paulownia, to missing the first quiet bright light. It was just that time had let down the feelings of waiting, or was Yuehua already tired of their tacit understanding? Could it be that only at the moment of the full moon could the heart write a regretless message for melancholy? Could the secret words of the network witness also write miracles? "Shaking hands doesn't mean hugging, and staring at each other doesn't mean acquiescence.”"Is there an unspoken mystery behind the profundity?”"You're looking for a trick. Provoking won't work here.”"Can I still use it here?”"Hahaha! Your humor is always used at the right time.”"Yes! Yes! Yes! I didn't mean anything else. I just wanted to make you angry. Let's see if you're angry." "You're asking for trouble. If you use too many small tricks, there won't be any secrets to speak of. I know you very well." "Sob, sob, sob, I really want to cry. You're like a roundworm. Why do you always know what I'm thinking?”"It should be said that no matter how much the monkey jumps, it can't jump out of the palm of the Buddha.”"Buddha is a man. When did he become a woman?”"Tathagata Buddha is omnipotent. He can change whenever he wants.”"You'd better be your Guanyin!”"That's fine. Guanyin also played with Monkey until he was stunned.”"All in all, you've been lying to me for more than a year?”"What do you mean?" "What you said just now made Monkey stunned.”"You admit to being a monkey." "You're the monkey!" "If you're not a monkey, then I'm not playing with you. Besides, to be honest, I can't bear to play with you either.”"Cherish the friendship you have and don't easily give up on the feelings of the past. He remembered his initial promise. Whether or not he could feel the pulse of his palms beating against each other.”"I can't feel it, so I don't know what you're thinking?”"I want you to kiss me and promise to be my wife.”"If you don't take advantage of me, you'll die!”"Just pretend to agree. It's a virtual network, not real life.”"Yes! Alright, I promise you, but wait until the sun sets in the West Mountain Ravine. I'll let you kiss me to your heart's content then.”"The sun has already set. Tomorrow!”"I'm talking about today. You missed the opportunity. Don't say that I didn't give it to you." Is that okay?" "I only give you one chance. If you miss it, it means that you don't cherish it. It has nothing to do with me.”"You're too cunning!" "It's all because of you." "Sigh! You're too hard to figure out!”"Take your time! There was still tomorrow! That was all for today. Brother Kadi Yixiu, bye bye, see you tomorrow.”
It was already the third watch of the night, but tonight, the moon was just beginning to brighten. The frosty moonlight made the years feel the coldness of the season. Was Fleeting Time's actions also making an absurd wish? Could it be that he really wanted to hold the fleeting years in his left hand and then look at the time in his right hand? Let go of your dreams and chase after the dream of heaven.
There was no casual romance, nor was there any deliberate lingering. The feelings in each other's hearts had to be watered with blood and sweat. Don't force the other party to reach out and catch the sweetness in your heart. They could only deeply root their respect in each other's hearts. Only then could the warm feeling spread forever. It was better than a forced bond to bind the helpless bitterness.
The moon rose. You have logged off. It's a pity that you can't see the beautiful scenery in front of my window. The parasol tree still stood quietly. There was no wind or rain tonight. Only the deep dark green parasol tree was sleeping alone under the moonlight. The bright moon did not understand the amorous feelings and cast a mottled shadow as usual. He just wanted to turn his bright state of mind into a rainbow-like illusion. Was there still a miracle where the ocean dyed the desert blue? If there were, there would definitely be people looking forward to the morning bell outside Gusu City. Would there still be the magnificence of the setting sun that dyed the river red? If there were, there would definitely be people who were looking forward to the sound of the Dusk Drum in Cold Mountain Temple. Morning Bell, tell me that the dawn of the next day is coming. The Dusk Drum hinted to me that sooner or later, a bright moon night would appear. No matter if it was a full moon or a waning moon, no matter if it was raining or windy, the quiet parasol tree would sway the long-awaited moonlight. Swaying out of the deep feelings, swaying out of the will, swaying out of you and me without guessing. A beautiful picture scroll of a thousand miles of beautiful women swaying in the wind. We don't have to care whether you and I are snuggling up to each other in the painting. We don't have to care whether our feelings for each other are in the painting. We don't need to care if you and I are holding hands in the painting. Whether or not the painting has the brilliance of emotions, we don't need to care. As long as there was a parasol tree in the painting that quietly looked forward to the moonlight, it would be perfect and a warm romance. In the painting, as long as the shadow of the parasol tree swayed and the moonlight shone between heaven and earth, it would be a romantic perfection.
Endless concern, the tie of the heart, just to see that rare longing under the parasol tree. Just for the sake of the moon shadow under the parasol tree, he could also have an intoxicating wish.
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