Midnight listen to music: disorderly Red

In the middle of the night, stay away from the hubbub and calm down. Make a cup of tea, light a cigarette, sit in front of the screen under the window and taste the sad and beautiful sound of nature alone. The light and sad melody sounded, and the faint flute rose and fell in the piano. The piano sound of the Prelude was melodious and elegant, and then a flute played a gentle and sad melody. At the end of the song, the flute disappeared, leaving only a sigh from the piano, which drifted away the sadness that had not been condensed in the song. Sounds slow knock, flute xiang zhu. The keys in the rolling world of mortals are accompanied by the light and shadow of the fleeting years in the thousand-year flute, dancing the sentimental feelings of Falling Flowers and falling into the city, and pouring out the desire to fly over the world of mortals to your heart’s content. The sound of the piano is like water, and the flute is like a song. Every gentle note and every lingering syllable can attract people’s imagination. Tweedle such as trails cloister beauties, pick up broken beautiful things. The flute is like a painting fan with ink, and the water is broken. A flute has melted all the joys and sorrows of the ages. A row of keys recounts the endless vicissitudes of the world. Listening to such a perfect and harmonious interpretation makes people blend into the artistic conception depicted by music. Through the sound of the flute, I vaguely saw a watery and soft woman living in the courtyard of a water pavilion. Sometimes she was upstairs, sometimes under the eaves of the corridor, sometimes beside the lotus pond, sometimes walking on the long, wet bluestone path. The endless red in the deserted garden drifted from one end to the other. The daily needlework made her sad and self-pity, and the perennial boudoir life made her lonely and sad. A woman locked in her boudoir was crying and asking flowers without saying a word, and the Red flew over the swing. A chaotic word tells how many troubled times in the world of mortals? And a red word has read all the purple and red in the world, which is as prosperous as a dream. The chaotic red flies in two memories! How many emotions can a song contain in life? “Red in chaos” is like a beautiful woman telling the story of the past sadly and moving in the light music, what the bleak flute shows is the sadness released by the full of sadness and pain. This reminds me of Lin Daiyu who was as weak as water and frowned in A Dream of Red Mansions, but she was a beauty and a thin life in a rich family. The wind and rain were as dark as the wind and rain, and the red was everywhere. The graceful figure under the flower tree couldn’t help crying bitterly, picking up the fallen flowers all over the floor alone. Flowers, flowers, flowers, flying all over the Sky, who is pitiful when the Red fragrance is broken? A song “The Song of buried flowers” sang the sorrow in Daiyu’s heart. She is a woman who is proud of the world and unique in beauty, has no talent, and has a higher heart than the sky. However, she eventually fades like a fallen flower in the best years. I tried my tears for a lifetime to repay the kindness of the last life, and I still remembered the person I loved most when I was dying. I wish the Emperor would come to the world and find a pure land again. The essence is clean and clean, and a song named “the red of chaos” will be sung. The sound of the flute, accompanied by the ups and downs of the piano music, will be surrounded by the ears and floating, let me deeply intoxicated! The music which was as fragrant as orchid was like a piece of red, flying over the swing in my dream, also made my heart ups and downs, and my heart moistened inexplicably. Who’s the red world? Whose eyes are blurred? Who messed up my world of mortals? Let me wander on the edge of injury and pain. Who disturbed my whole life to realize my dream? With me galloping between dream and reality. Deep in the red, I have been standing at the ancient ferry for thousands of years! Is who? Holding a paper umbrella, walking in the misty rain. Is who? Crumpled branches spring, scattered pink. Is who? Teach misty rain blurred, floating eyeful bleak. Is who? Looking back from the dim light with Yingying’s words, and turning away with silent silence. Who is waiting for and who is guarding? Who is the passer in the world of mortals, who has stayed for whom? There are too many passers-by and too many helplessness in life! Flowers bloom, colorful years like water, sadness dispersed, ups and downs with the wind. Love is flying in the world, the scenery is still there all the way, and people are all at the end of the world. The fate of heaven begins with meeting, but falls on the way. The flowers fall intentionally, but the flowing water is ruthless, and the wandering sorrow of separation, who knows? Deep love passes away, leaving only sigh in the world! I missed the prosperity, and there were ethereal sorrowful fans everywhere. When snowflakes are attached to my temples, when my life is old, those past events of years have precipitated the fragrance of my heart, which has been sealed in the deep memory. In the days without you, I kept my encounter with you quietly, but I only felt lonely with words. I love the emotion in my heart. My fingertips are dancing on the keyboard. Every flying word has your shadow. Between the lines is the love of my life. At this moment, the night is already deep. I curled up in the chair and listened to “red in chaos” over and over again. Chen Yue’s gentle flute circled between her ears, and the lonely shadow was swaying and listening to the broken strings. The indifferent sadness flows quietly in the slow music. The flowing music is a kind of mood of people. When you are happy, it will give people happiness; When you are lonely, it only gives people sadness. Sleep with the song, wake up in the morning when you shake drunk at night. I wander around the edge of my dream, expecting to see you smile when I look back, but I can’t hold the lovesickness at this moment.

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