Listening to music at midnight: Saying goodbye should not be in autumn

In this quiet midnight, I leaned against the screen and listened to a song “Say goodbye should not be in autumn” sung by Li Yaxin and Prince Yue men and women hand in hand. Saying goodbye shouldn’t be in autumn it’s our first meeting lovesickness the warmth like spring you will always say goodbye shouldn’t be in autumn how sad the fallen leaves are how many days and how many years can we get used to it you are not around me autumn leaves fall into pieces heart is broken into a little autumn autumn wind blows heart is also sad break up separate points constantly miss you emotion say goodbye really shouldn’t be in autumn I don’t know when it rained again outside the window, the ticking raindrops knocked on the window lattice wantonly and gently fastened my heart. A loneliness and sadness arose spontaneously. The wind and rain all over the sky and the sad melody stirred the depressed feelings in my heart, and also aroused deep feelings of missing. Life runs for dreams, and soul stands for love. Half a lifetime of vicissitudes, waiting for the whole life, in order to walk into your dream of thousands of years. Once I had, it was also a kind of happiness. Looking back on the days when we got together, my heart would be sweet. You and I once had a wonderful time and had a sincere feeling for each other. There are your whispers and chants in my ears; Your care and attachment are left in my fingertips; Your tenderness and lingering are left in my lips, my life is engraved with your mark. I have no regrets for falling in love with you in this life! Life is so fast, beauty smile, finally not worth the time. Yesterday was still tender, but today it is on one side of the world. Love each other but can’t stay together. You come quietly and leave quietly. I can only stand at the dock of memory and wave goodbye to you, watching you go far away. Just like this, we met each other, and a deep-rooted memory passed away. You left, leaving in such a hurry, leaving me endless missing. You know? The day I said goodbye to you, my heart was so painful. My unpeaceful thoughts were like floating dead leaves. Although it was only a few days since you left me, I began to miss you. Your vigorous figure always walks into my dreams with the moonlight, and your appearance appears in front of my eyes again and again. The feeling of missing you is very beautiful, and the feeling of missing you is also very bitter, because I know that it is missing without returning. It is not clear whether we will shake hands again and draw a circle again in the reincarnation of the world. Since then, you and I have become strangers, and our love has gone away, leaving me alone to stay alone. My deserted heart has been scarred. With hopeless expectations for you, I have been lingering on the other side, wandering alone in the world of mortals. I dare not expect the future any more, but only watch in this silent night, face the screen blankly, and write the helpless feelings with the keyboard! Saying goodbye should not be in autumn, which is the attachment of people. Although it is just the beginning of early summer, it is already the autumn of life for me, and autumn is a sad season. Pieces of fallen leaves, scattered all over the floor are my sadness of departure, which has ruined the prosperity of my life. I feel the beauty of the two lovers at the beginning, and the sadness at the other time is so confused and melancholy. The world of mortals is rolling, love and hate are long, I sigh with emotion and feel helpless! How many years are in a hurry, how many feelings are, how many thoughts are. I stood alone on the long road of life, leaving a true feeling in my heart and a missing in my dream. Even though the years are gone, some people and some things are still the most beautiful in their hearts. 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A cup of tea for my bosom friend

ban bi shan room stay Moon, a qing ming paid bosom friend. A cup of biluochun was presented on several cases near the window, and there seemed to be no wisps of fragrance. Besides the tea fragrance, your strong tenderness was refreshing. In the mess of thoughts, your figure stands in a corner of your heart, which is as if it is looming and blossoming as a stranger. The Willows depend on each other, and the floating catkins are like smoke and fog. Everything comes too fast and goes too fast. In A, everything seems like yesterday, still clearly visible. Love is like a feather, dreams follow the wind, loneliness is decorated with Luan mirror, loneliness is hidden in the pillow, red candle tears fall into sorrow, who solves the pain and sorrow? Chewing the past, sweet and bitter, like the taste of tea, long aftertaste! October of meeting, October of knowing each other, October of staying together! The noise of harvest concealed the desolation of winter. You came here with songs, which made you fly all over the sky, and weaved a curtain of Crystal dreams in the blooming season of Dan Ye. Looking at each other, through thousands of years, reading the eagerness of the eyes between the eyebrows, the Heart Lake ripples. How can the breeze care, but there is no way to wrinkle the pool of spring water? Holding hands and asking the sky, accompanying the world, I am as dependent as the soul of a wild goose. Walking hand in hand, the morning glow is like a brocade, the evening mist is like a smoke, the dark night has no time, the Four Seasons change, leaving a few lines of footprints in the desolate or prosperous place, even if the day is long and the dream is short, the confident, pure and dust-free eyes will eventually melt the bitterness of the cold and cold flute, continue to break the strings without words, and flick with ten fingers in a graceful way to show you the lingering of “high mountains and flowing waters. You said I am a delicate woman like ancient tea, fragrant but not vulgar, charming and warm but elegant and pure. Wind and rain, wading into the water, waiting for you in the depth of the sunset, wearing a Sunglow, shining your sky. However, I am just a butterfly dancing in your dream, dotted under the screen window of Qian, singing in The Red Tent, like a clove quietly opening in your journey. Who can understand the spring breeze when flowers bloom and fall? If you want to complain with the sky and the moon of Qing Dynasty, the soul dream will be buried! Butterfly can’t fly over the sea, and the impulse of flapping wings can bear the pain of broken wings! In your sky, I am just a natural and elegant cloud. I can only stop for you for a while, break your dream for you, drink for you into your heart, and shed tears for you! Your sky, my attachment! The wind passes without trace, the water passes without shadow, I only wish to be the tree that grows on the road you must pass, hoping that you can hear the sound of flowers when you ride a horse. When I didn’t get married, I finally understood the absolute determination of helplessness and grief, with tears hanging down in my eyes! Make a cup of tea for you, and the attachment of making tea with hot enthusiasm will warm your heart of Experiencing vicissitudes. Maybe one day I will go back to the mountain forest with you, accompany you at dusk, and die in Makino. Learn Tao Yuanming from planting beans under Nanshan Mountain and picking chrysanthemum under bamboo fence. Lotus man hoe the crescent moon, holding a handful of Xiaolu, rippling a stream of laughter and singing in the murmuring water, intoxicated with the end of the sunset and the song of returning birds. Maybe in fact, there is not much possibility. The Buddha said: five hundred years ago, you gave me a glance back. This life should be my glance back to you, moistening your desire with tears! Beautiful legends will never grow old, but will we create our own myths? I clearly know that I am not a return person, but I am a passer-by, but I still use the most true lies to fabricate the feast like fireworks! Evil! I want to know with you, and I will live forever. The mountain has no Mausoleum, the river is exhausted, the winter thunder is shocked, the summer rain and snow are combined with the heaven and the Earth, so I dare to be with the King! I stick to the sonorous oath, look at the two flying swallows on the beam, plant my heart in the deep of your world of mortals in your incessant call, frown deeply, dim red makeup, engraved by wind and frost, tempered by years, even though I used to be a spring of tears in the past, I laughed at myself because of the misty rain! No complaints, no regrets, I hesitate to walk alone when the purple Moo flowers bloom. With your Qingyin as my companion, I enjoy the lonely love! Today, I will make a cup of tea for you. In The Teana of guqin, I miss you the surprise when you sip, the pleasure when you enjoy it, the tenderness of stretching your eyebrows, and the free and easy of writing at the desk! Today, I will make a cup of tea for you, and the gap of warm time will accompany you in my missing Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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