Hazy as scenery, separation is poetry

Through the window of time, looking at the verdant scenery outside the window, I can’t tell which one is you, and that face is the end of my thoughts. Love in love and things in the scene are all pulled by wisps of love. I give a piece of sorrow, hoping to meet you in the world of mortals. I carve a purple strange smoke at dusk, may I encounter you in the misty and rainy Southern Hunan in this life. Outside the Banting, beside the green wall, there are Cangshan Mountain decorations, the shadows of trees are horizontal and slanting, the hazy place seems to be the beauty of the couple, and the blurred place is the barren city with moon sprinkling. The yearning for you seems to be like this pool of green water, with less waves and ups and downs, but I can only use words to foreshadow, hoping to finish the yearning for you; with a plain red note, I hope I can write down all my love for you; With my heart, I hope I can deeply bury my deep love for you. Touching others’ hearts with words, but unable to touch themselves. The Thread of emotion is woven into the net of love, intoxicated, and the blurred heart is accompanied by this cold winter, it seems that this kind of situation is left for myself. I always feel that there is something missing in my own words, which is scattered and irrelevant, just like I sketch your appearance in my heart in pieces. If there is no strange fate, why do I meet him again in this life; if we say that there is a strange fate, why do you have countless conversations with your shadow? The same individual and different moods ask: I don’t know when the rain of lovesickness will fall, if my tears can wake you up, then I would like to shed the last tear for you. This night, I will go back to the Ming Dynasty, the memories I have gone through, the historical dramas I have read, the once formidable celebrities, the beauty of Shu Yuan, where are I now? The former people were nothing more than the scenes left behind at that time to let the descendants pick up their teeth and wisdom. How many people burst into tears in those epic love stories, and how many people are following in the footsteps now. Let my lovesickness pawn the trace of time, and the red line of Palm pull each other’s love. Maybe we have promised for thousands of years, not only in the past but also in the future. In the middle of the night, I followed your figure in the vague dream. In the sea of people, I measured the distance with emotional lines. It had nothing to do with the company of wind, flowers and snow nights, just because I have you in my heart. Tonight, the Moonlight is like water, the light is like water’s missing, the hazy scenery outside the window hides my deep feelings for you, the wandering heart inside, and the poetic sentences are also written down, every word contains the love I love you.

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