Years Elegy

In the bustling chessboard, the game is no longer a player. The past is like smoke, and life is full of ups and downs; Spring and autumn cycle, the story is several times mulberry field. Inscription the window is quiet, the night is mixed, the clouds on the horizon are getting darker, the flashy fades away, and the dim chrysanthemum lamp in the distance is shining alone under the dim night sky. Looking at the Milky Way from afar, I sighed the long road of life, often in the understanding of drunk and awake, wandering in the warmth that gradually faded away and even forgotten. Bend the index, play the command edge. Time is like water, living alone in a corner, quietly listening to it passing quietly, quietly thinking of the silhouette of a certain fragment, a desolate mood, if lost in the green ghost; Abandoned in the wilderness, it’s OK, not related to people. Nai Ru is tied in the heart, but he has to sit for the old years. Flourishing and low turning, passing clouds; Time is like a green glaze picture scroll, pink ink is near the inkstone, and the curtain comes to an end sadly. Stretched out his hand, salvaged a period of water-colored time from his fingers, trying to hold back the beautiful years that he had never caught in his life. Those green and verdant years may be forgotten gracefully, and may be remembered lonely, A piece of desolate pain and sweetness, tasted alone in the troubled world of mortals. Looking back, the scenery along the way, the story of ups and downs, even though there are thousands of kinds of reluctant to give up, all kinds of nostalgia, also eventually lost in the vast smoke waves of the world, although years have foreshadowed the past, you smiled and painted the vicissitudes of life. The touching at that moment was enough to warm all the desolation in your heart. If Zimo is dusty, Shaohua will disappear. The long river of time flows slowly, longing, still there, and silently recalling the past. If thousands of thoughts and thousands of people are buried in small ink inkstones and slowly run out of pen and paper in clear words and beautiful sentences, can we exchange time for another time? Among the fireworks and dust, there is an emotional ocean that one side of the bustling land cannot swim across. After a journey, several people can walk to the poor water and sit and watch the clouds rise. Vegetation not to Four Seasons promise, Downs revel; Hongyan not with Sky swear, wings ze xing. But you can’t break the shackles of the world of mortals, and can’t wear the color under the sky across the shore; The personnel of that year had turned into smoke in the wind, and the beacon of the story had also dispersed into dust in the mortal world. The night was quiet, but I didn’t read it, but why did I worry about fishing? If it were not for me to read, it would be unnecessary to write a book to you. Think more about it. When the world has gone through thousands of sails, you will choose a place to live in Lin sheyou, and keep yourself in the deepest world of mortals. A roll of scriptures is fragrant, and the four sexes follow each other. Lonely when angling hu yue, bright and clean when written karma, so that past parting vicissitude, meet by chance, have become Fang dreams, painting Yunyan. Let all the heavy memories, like quicksand, disappear gradually with the wind in the long river of time. Looking back, the seclusion is as quiet as the night and clear as the sky. Is it because the years are too ruthless to find the trace dream of the old years? Is time too indulgent to catch the scenery of yesterday? Isn’t there no boat in the dusty sea, and you can’t swim on the other side to enjoy yourself? I always wander in those distant and sad places, keeping my gradually broken mind and an irreversible Chinese year. Only when a heart is hurt can it become indifferent. I suddenly saw the words my friend said to me, looking at the time no longer, the blank feeling after desolation and my gradually old face, I cried in panic, after getting drunk, I only stood lonely at the door of time, looking back slowly at the gentle warmth and warmth I had passed, and my heart was enduring and depressed. If we take the game of Huawei in the year, and hold on to the game of Fusheng, this win or loss has nothing to do with the world, just for a stroke of emotional life, even if it is still painful, a thin cover, I am still willing to hold my innocence in the turbulent flow of time and space, stretch my finger to define the time, Hook the past, and waste it in vain. If the years have never gone far, I don’t want to hold a pool of cold, and say goodbye to the lonely back under the load of the wind and frost, and go far all the way; If the years have never gone far, I don’t want to look at the moon lacking the moon and the red dots quietly under the interpretation of separation and joy with a clear attitude; If the fate has not gone away, I will not take the name of vicissitudes for friendship and love any more, compose this elegan of wandering and shocking dreams.

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