Today, the weather was clear and cloudless. Therefore, the moonlight was especially bright at night. Under the moonlight, the parasol tree also looked relaxed. From the roots of the tree, it exuded a solemn and dignified air. If you held your breath and carefully tasted it, you would seem to experience the dialogue between the moon and the parasol tree. "What do you think is the most romantic thing between us?"”Wu Tong thought for a moment before answering," From the beginning when I first met you, I felt the warmth of that moment, but that was not true romance. True romance began with the warmth of that moment and the imagination of the future. Just like in a song, the most romantic thing I can imagine is to slowly grow old with you. The initial hand-holding was just an original intention. However, many people thought that this was the most romantic thing. Every day under the moon and in front of the flowers, every day they vowed to be together. However, this was only his original intention. Only when they persevered until the end, could they still hold hands with true feelings, and the sincerity in the process of experiencing the wind and rain together was a romantic journey.”When the moon heard this, it seemed to cry. A drizzle fell from the sky, but in an instant, it was as clear as ever. The moon said," I know your sincerity. I also know your state of mind. I am moved by it. I will accompany you from sunset to dawn." It was like this every day, regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter. I don't want you to take this as my pledge of eternal love, and don't take my words as a promise that you won't grow old until I come. I only hope that you will treat everything as our original intention from the beginning. We will only verify it after the end. When you're white and I'm hunched, we'll see if we can carry out our sincere feelings from beginning to end.”
When Lan Lin and I are free, we always like to talk about the past. I would always ask,"Lan Lin, do you know what I want to remember the most?”Lan Lin would smile and answer,"I don't know."”I would also pretend to be mysterious and say,"Of course, occasionally, I miss my first love." Because she was so good. Every time I see you treat me so well in reality, I will also think of her kindness. I don't know when I was blessed, why God would push all the outstanding women to my side. Most of the time, I still think about what happened at the beginning. Actually, I already had a premonition that she was no longer alive. However, I still wanted to verify it. Only by personally verifying it would I be able to feel a little comforted. I don't know if I can't forget her or what. It turned out that information was not developed. Later on, with computers and the Internet, information became more advanced. Every night, in the dead of night, I would search for her aimlessly like looking for a needle in a haystack. Because I once heard someone say that there was a karaoke group. Therefore, whenever I hear someone imitating Teresa Teng's song, I eagerly add them as friends. He always imagined that if he had the chance, he would hear an answer like,'You're still looking for me. There's no need to look for me. I'm here. I'll be there tomorrow.' However, many people are imitating her. I know it's not her. Therefore, he would only listen to it once. Even if they became friends, they would not chat. Until one day, when I listened to your song, I kept wondering why it was so similar. Your voice sounded like it too, but then you disappeared again. I've been missing for a few years. I'm so anxious. I've been looking for you like crazy almost every day. Who knew that the more I looked for you, the more I didn't hear from you. Just when I was disappointed, you suddenly appeared again. Did you know? I once wrote an essay for you before you disappeared. The name of this essay is called "Cold and Cold Love Flower-Just for a Cup of Oblivion Wine." Let me read it to you.
I am a thousand-year-old snow lotus, swaying in the wind with the beauty you gave me. You were just a gentle kiss, but it could not end, but began my love for you.
It was snowing on the mountain in May. There were no flowers, only cold. In the vast snowy land, in the thousands of miles of the Heavenly Mountain, you have a lucky and legendary experience, destined to have a bumpy life of love. How long had it been before he was fortunate enough to witness Xuelian's beauty? Tianshan treasured the snow lotus. It was not so much that Tianshan treasured the snow lotus, but rather that the vastness of Xinjiang, the height of Tianshan and the extreme cold of the snow gave birth to the snow lotus.
White snow, blue sky, vast sky, and no sign of human habitation. The white snow set off the height of the sky, the height of the sky revealed the distance of the earth, the distance of the earth shook the mountains, and the mountains purified the snow. The essence of the sun, the soul of the moon, the purity of the water, and the thick feelings of the fog painted the shape of the snow lotus. They poured into the crystal of the snow lotus, settled the pure and elegant heart of the snow lotus, and exaggerated the deep feelings of the snow lotus.
The misty snowy peaks spoke of peace. The disappearance of the birds on the mountains painted a desolate scene. The patronage of few people put an end to the mortal feelings of the mortal world. Had the thousand-year wait become a dream? Would the situation of crossing the river together be like the beautiful rainbow after the rain? The conjecture of a mirage was also written about romantic love by scholars. Liang Zhu's sadness and pain also had the figure of a butterfly. Who could understand with their heart that in the wilderness, under the snowy sky, there was a lonely heart that endured the coldness of love alone. Could it be that it was really just a light kiss that was going to end my love for you? Could it really be a silent promise that couldn't withstand the torment of time? And let you wander alone. The duckweed after the rain surged with the waves. Helplessness bore all the pain of love. Love begets the state of mind, pain moistens the eyes. If it wasn't for the promise to hold hands, if it wasn't for that sincere original intention, if it wasn't for the unsettled knot in your heart, would you still want to endure the loneliness here alone?
Withdrawing my sad tears, the white petals drifted with the wind, and the beauty of the past could only be recalled. Do you still want to be my snow lotus in this life? The amorous feelings of a foreign land, the unspeakable inner voice. In the dead of the night, a cup of fragrant tea stirred up the past in his lungs. The moon shines on the candle and tears are red. Who will sing the zither for lovesickness? It is difficult to meet and to say goodbye. There is nothing more difficult than to meet. The east wind was weak, but why did it blow the flowers away? The ground was a mess of red. The merchant girl with the hatred of subjugation was still singing about the flowers in the backyard across the river. How could the geese send their longing to the distant ends of the earth? Under the moonlight, tears were scattered like flowers. Was the soul of the flower using its tears to carry out the scattering in the sky? Who plays the zither in the pavilion, who drinks wine under the bright moon, who cries in front of the flowers in the rain, who reads the book of yearning to the horizon under the lamp at night. Why can't Xin Yu's rainbow connect our wills? Noah's ark ferry only carried the pain of the soul.
Helplessness was the eternal style of Tang poetry, and scars were the unchanging rhythm of Song Yun. Everything would be silent. Only those helpless thoughts would be entrusted to the bright moon's final parting.
The most beautiful flower bud blooms for you. Every time the snow falls, every time the flowers wither and fly, a pleasant fragrance wafts. Every time the flower bud bloomed, was it a thousand-year cycle? Did they miss the best opportunity to hold hands every thousand years? Is it that every time you bloom, your fragrance will repay the mountain that raised you, moisten your snowy peaks, wait for your moon shadow, and shape the radiance of your sun? I don't have too much greed, nor do I have too many dreams. I just want to share your silent sorrow with my faint longing. The hands that had held hands were never willing to be forgotten. Unfinished feelings, freehand feelings, will eventually be a permanent fantasy. The night is not yet over, and people are hesitant. The wind has risen, my heart is lost. Dark clouds covered the moon, and the rain was drizzling. What could withstand was waiting, but what could not hold on was time. In the vast sea and mulberry fields, fleeting years, declining beauties, frosted temples, and endless sorrow of the heart wrapped in layers.
I am a thousand-year-old snow lotus, quietly gazing into the distance. You said that you would appear when the flower bloomed. I waited foolishly, looking forward to it. The highest state of yearning is infatuation, and the most loyal performance of infatuation is a distant yearning. The land was far away, and infatuation was fascinating. The high mountains made you unreachable, the vast land, the fragrance alone made you a beautiful legend. The snowflakes dancing in the sky contain your cold and elegant feelings. The grass is long and the white grass is desolate. The silence of the night and the loneliness of the day create the clarity of your bones. Your cold beauty, your pure and untainted jade, your proud charm that is far away from the hustle and bustle, your peerless aloofness that no one can look down on and can only look up to is the heart language that I pursue. I am willing to wait for a thousand years, just for you to look back. I am willing to wait for three thousand years, just for the moment you promised to hold hands. I am willing to use endless hope to hope for your blooming, even if it is like the moon and the lotus, separated by the sky, forever silent, forever looking at each other, forever sad, but also without regrets. I just want to read your mind.
In this life, I only wish to be your snow lotus once, to bloom the most beautiful buds for you, to wait for you in the next life every time the snow falls. Who had sowed a thousand years of hope, and who had sowed a thousand years of love? In this life, are you destined to be lonely, and my life is destined to be sleepless all night? Hand in hand does not have to be for the beauty, hand in hand is only for the sleeping feelings that have been touched. Nostalgia was not only for the long-term that could not be grasped, but also for the lingering that was difficult to reach. Flowers bloom and wither, and the sky is full of flowers. Who is your pleasant dream dancing with? Candle tears have dried up, thousands of years have passed. Can I, under the candle, pour my heart and soul into ink, spread out that deep love as if practicing plain paper, and write into the world's silence? Only for your coldness, only for your loneliness, only for your peerless freshness, only for your untainted pure and strange biography. Difficult, difficult, difficult. This deep thought, this longing, this loneliness, this emotion, it was difficult to use words to express the complete experience.
Helplessly, under the moonlight, he poured himself a cup of wine, shook his head, raised his cup, and invited the bright moon over. He just wanted to hear the legend of the moon and the lotus. Then, he drank to his heart's content. He drank a cup of wine to forget his feelings. He wished that the years would be peaceful and there was nothing else to ask for.
I would like to drink a cup of wine to forget my feelings. I don't know if there will be any love and sorrow in the future words. I'm willing to drink a cup of wine to forget myself. I wonder if you'll still be waiting for a thousand years in the future. I would like to drink a cup of wine to forget myself. I wonder if your heart is still waiting for that promise in every snowstorm. I would like to drink a cup of wine to forget myself. I don't know how far your pleasant fragrance can drift and how long it will stay in my heart.
In desperation, my wish is still a cup of wine to forget my feelings.
After I finished reading the article, Lan Lin heard it and said emotionally,"Doggy, don't you know? I also read this article by chance. I felt that the tone and style of this article was very similar to yours, so I looked at the pen name seriously. I observed the name of QQ every night in the dead of night. When I realized that you slept very late every day, I started to chat with you intentionally or unintentionally. Actually, I failed to explore the world in the south. After I came back, I really wanted to see you again. However, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't find it. Later on, when he saw this article, it could be fate, or it could be telepathy. Anyway, no matter what, right? At that time, I quite liked this song, but at that time, I didn't have the conditions to sing it as well as I do now, so I could only choose the song for you through a text message. I think this person should be you because I clearly remember that I ordered this song for you. Until one day, I asked you, what are you doing? When you said 'write an essay,' you said that you had no idea. Her memories were a little blurry now. After that, I said that I would sing 'A Curtain of Dreams' for you, and you agreed. Is that so? Doggy, I think you wrote another article the next day. It's called " A Curtain of Dreams ", right? I seemed to be very touched at that time and even copied this article down. I'll show you." I said,"Forget it! How many years had it been? Could he still find her?”Lan Lin replied,"Yes, I definitely can. Because I've kept all your things!"”Lan Lin answered as she searched. Lan Lin said,"I've found it. I'll read it to you."”
'I have a dream, and I don't know who I can share it with. How many secrets are hidden in it? I want to tell them, but no one can understand. Outside the window, the dew is deeper and heavier. Tonight, the fallen flowers will become a grave. The sweetness of the song shattered the tranquility of the night. The moon hung in the sky, softening the warmth of the night. The scattered moonlight, the intoxicating breeze, and the dream. The dream made her miss her, the moon's colors and her clothes colorful. Clouds were the boats of dreams, and dreams were the clothes of the moon.
The setting sun on the long river reflected the lake's red surface, and the sunset leisurely lit up the smoke from the chimneys. The breeze sublimated the night, and the moonlight shone on the sleepless night. The spring rain was intoxicating and intoxicating, and the moonlight was like practice. Whose heartstrings had it tugged at? Who was facing the moon? The folds of longing melted into the staggering of the poetic realm. Who is still in love? With drops of clear tears dye a foot of plain silk. Who will face the moon? Who will not sleep? The bright moon is overhead, Chang'e's wide sleeves dance lonely. The moonlight was cold, and the jade rabbit tree recalled the past. Wu Gang cut Gui, not for Shaohua, not for the fleeting years, only for the curtain of dreams in his heart. The breeze was gentle, and the moon was beautiful. The dew outside the window is heavy, who throws powder tears to moisten the heart? Dream can be drunk, adding a trace of resentment to the moon.
The bright moon hung high in the sky as she stood in front of the window. Her heart was filled with tears, and she could not feel at ease. Outside the window, the fog was even deeper, and the dew was heavy, making it difficult for people to be happy. The green bamboos mottled the moon's shadow, and the fragrance of flowers enshrouded the white clouds. Who will use his tender heart to drown the seductive breeze? Her long hair fluttered in her thoughts, the croaking of frogs shook her heart, the heavy dew made her recall her memories, and the moonlight peeped at her heartache. If you didn't come, I wouldn't have been old. When my long hair reached my waist, your beard reached your chest, only accompanied by tears of longing. Why do I miss you? Who will hold the jade bell attentively and fight against the drunken red face of that year? She was willing to give her dream clothes to the moonlight, and she was willing to put on an alluring dress for the moon with a curtain of dreams.
The mist obscured the moonlight, and the candle flame held the moonlight. The gentle and peaceful colors in the window softened the confused coldness outside the window. Who can be with me, I want to tell no one can understand, is it really 'know, know, should be green fat red thin?'Is spring wine still warm? When the light is extinguished, only the cloud hair is cold, and the green bird has no heart to be attached. Who will see this scene? The fragrance of flowers was still there, and the green under the fog lingered. Changting plain face, slender fingers angrily plucked the strings, not for the mandarin duck to perch, not for the cicadas to sing, only for a trace of ethereal. The fluttering fireflies cut through the narrow light of the night. Contending to shine the moonlight, stirring the sound of strings, adding unity, who will be able to write poems under the moonlight? With the expectation of the heart, I gave the colorful dress of my dream to the moonlight, adding a thread of light gauze to the moon and putting on colorful clothes.
Tonight the flowers are buried, who will pick up the broom and sweep the fallen flowers? The fog was heavy and the moonlight was cold. Who could bury the flowers in the night? The breeze curled up, the fragrance was like bricks, the jade steps were covered with moss, and the moon was cold. Holding green ants in his hand, his heart was full of humor, he raised his glass to invite the moon, nodded his chin and wept lightly. Mingyue didn't understand what he meant. Alone under the drunken flower, Ci Fu Tianya, willing to join hands in the breeze, together with the planting of distant thoughts of flowers.
The wind caressed the moon's longing and the face of the dream. The night was secretly sad for the moon. Did the moon make a wish for the night? Otherwise, why would he summon the breeze as a companion, holding hands with the fog? The wind cleansed the moon's bare face, and the fog made the moon confused and dreamy. Who do you want to talk to? The night is gorgeous, who will hold the candle with me in the waning place? The red makeup of the dream faded, dancing with the moonlight. Cold cicada sad, holding hands to see tears, confused place, who can talk to read the heart resentment? A flute, half a curtain of green smoke. The bright moon in the cold window swallowed the distant mountains. The meaning is endless, empty facing the sky. Tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't sleep because he was drunk. Dismal mood, who is playing the zither, a few songs, a total of one song, love heart Wan.
Pick a handful of red beans, scatter them to the end of the world, plant them in the heart. Dip in the ink of the heart, spread the love paper, wave the brush, between the lines. The wind, flowers, snow and moon are thousands of words, but it is difficult to compare with a thread of love woven into thousands of thoughts, singing through the clear sky, to comfort the wishes of the moon, to caress the unwillingness of the dream. Candle flower tears, hands behind her back, long shadow. He moved to the side of the bed, and the candle reflected the red curtain. The wind lifted his sleeves, the moon entered the fragrant quilt, and the fog covered the peaks. Send to the end of the world, seek resonance, who can wait with me for a curtain of dreams. To add a rainbow to the moon's dress.
Clouds are the clothes of heaven, rosy clouds are the clothes of clouds, and sunlight is the heart of clouds. The happiness of the heart is scattered, and the sorrow of the heart is gathered. All the happiness and unhappiness in the heart were always shown off by the feelings of the sunset. The colors of the clouds please the heart of the day. The wind was the messenger of the night, and the moon was the shadow of the wind. The fog dressed up the moon, and the fog also held hands with the wind. I don't want to be moved, just for that curtain of dreams, holding your hand, telling your feelings together.
The moon is bright and the stars are few, and the insects and birds are silent. No one was willing to use their own helplessness to disturb the tranquility of the night. The chirping of the crickets was like a lullaby, adding to the charm of the night and the sadness of the moonlight. The falling petals cast a beautiful shadow of the moon. The surging fragrance of flowers, the charm of the moon. The flowing water under the bridge rippled with the love song of the moon. The snuggle at the bridgehead ignited the deep love of the moon. The lotus leaf held up the moon's dream, and the lotus pen wanted to dot the moon's lips red. Hua stood on her tiptoes, could she stop Liu Ying? The night opens its arms, can you use your enthusiasm to warm the cold moonlight? I've washed away all my glory, and I don't care about the world of mortals. He closed his eyes and abandoned his mortal heart. How can it be difficult to suppress the surging winds and clouds in my heart? I want to ride the east wind, eat clouds and drink dew. I would like to dance with the bright moon and compose a song of my heart together. Who can I sing with? He did not speak, but swallowed his words. He put on his clothes and sat up. His arms were cold. The heart is not heavy, the mind is not cold, again walk in front of the window. I hope the moon in other places will be as bright as the moon in other places. There is no date for marriage, and there is no disobedience. I don't know it's late until the third watch is over, and I don't feel cold until the fifth watch is over. The bright moon has no intention to shine on the world, the breeze has the intention to hold the fog hand, together with a curtain of dreams.
The wind shook the moon's hand, and the moon used the wind to tell the gentleness of the night. The moon is cold in the sparse paulownia trees, and the waning moon is at dawn. Who will extinguish the candlelight for the night moon? The moonlight was bleak, and the wind entered the dream, reminiscing about the vows of eternal love. Why should I touch my chest with my hand and keep my promise? It was hard to fall asleep. She often looked forward to the rainbow in her dreams and the scenery in her heart. Candlelight tears, beautiful dream ride feelings. The moon didn't set, the sun didn't rise. Who will sweep the path tomorrow? The ground was covered in red flowers, and the moon accompanied the breeze.
The moon adorned the night's charm and set off its warmth. The wind moved with the moon, and the ethereal original intention silently entered the dream. Dreams enriched the moonlit night and injected fresh intelligence into the tenderness of the moon. To the rhyme of the moonlit night, he wrote a euphemistic melody. The wind decorated the mood of the dream for the elegant demeanour of the moonlit night. She lifted the sleeves of her dream, adding the last thread of gauze to the moon's dress. Let the moonlit night like a song, poetry flow, clouds break the moon to flowers play shadow, less than a curtain of dreams, sadness and joy and the moon together.
A curtain of dreams, the rainbow of the moon.
Lan Lin finished reading and asked me," Doggy, I realized that people can change at any time. Why don't you have the inspiration you had back then? You don't do anything anymore. You don't write articles either. What's going on?"”I smiled faintly and said,"Maybe you're fascinated." Moreover, now that she had a baby, there were more trivial matters at home. However, thinking about it, she felt a little regretful. It was time to pick up some things. I rarely hear you sing now. In the future, you should sing when you have time! That way, we can regain the feelings of the past. It's not that the past is so important that we have to remember it. But after all, recalling the past will let us all realize our original intentions and wishes. Only by recalling the good memories of the past and evaluating them correctly would we not deviate from the reality and happiness of today.”Lan Lin smiled and said,"Forget it! Doggy, I realized that your greatest strength is to make false accusations. I've charmed you, so why don't you say that you've exhausted me? I only had a baby because of you, right? I only have this family because of you, right? With this family, you need to give up on each other, right? You said that the baby was small at the beginning. Just having one baby every day was already tiring me out, let alone having a big baby! No wonder people said that dogs turned hostile! So it's true!" "Do you feel unhappy today? Do you think marrying me is unfair to you?”I asked Lan Lin. Lan Lin said,"This is nothing! Sigh! I realized that if this person is thick-skinned, he can really go back on his words! I was speechless. Oh, right, I still remember you saying something. I remember before we got married, I asked you, what do you think is the most romantic thing? You said that after we get married, you'll let me work during the day and serve you dinner at home at night. After you finish eating, lie on the bed and sleep. Let me sing for you. Moreover, he sang for the entire night. Back then, I was stupid enough to think that it was really romantic! Now that he thought about it, how cruel was that?”I listened and said proudly,"I didn't do that, did I?" This meant that I had already made a huge concession.”Lan Lin smiled and said,"You're a rascal. Your ability is to talk nonsense." I'm speechless. I surrender." "You've surrendered. I've already said it. I mean, look at society now. The number of people getting married every day is almost equal to the number of people getting divorced. Why was their relationship so unstable? What did she do when she was in love? Did she blindfold herself and look for him blindly, or was her initial goal impure? Why couldn't they hold hands for a lifetime and be together until they were old? What problem couldn't be solved if they showed their sincerity to each other?”When Lan Lin heard this, she looked at me and asked,"Doggy, do you know what you just asked? Why do you think God pushed all the good women to you? Actually, it's not that God pushed a good woman to you, but that you're too good. Any woman would feel secure when they were with you. It was precisely because they felt secure that they were willing to make sacrifices for you. Did you know? To be together for a lifetime and grow old together was not just a matter of words. It was to use one's heart to protect everything they had, to use memories to confirm the path they had walked today, and to use imagination to support the wishes of the future that had yet to come. Only in this way could the two of them grow old together. Only then could they have the most romantic thing, which was to slowly grow old until you couldn't go anywhere.”
Did Moonlight make a promise for Wu Tong? Did Wu Tong make Moonlight no longer have any doubts? Is it the sweet feelings in a dream, or the unexplainable peach and apricot, which can still be married to the east wind?
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