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Song: The clouds are deep and rainy.

Singer: Ruby Lin.

Words: Xu Changde Music: Xue Zhongming.

What is clear are tears.

It's the rain that gets cloudy.

What is clear is heartbreak.

The cloudy is parting.

What is clear is that you and I kiss goodbye.

The thing is that I don't regret it.

What kind of medicine have you put in my heart?

Make me long to die in your arms.

The scars can't be thrown away.

There is only one second left for happiness.

I watched you melt in my teary eyes.

What kind of medicine have you put in my heart?

It makes me die and feel that it's okay to have a moment.

Whatever you are right and wrong is reversed.

Accept that you are good to him.

Why is your happiness more important than mine.

The smoke is cloudy and the rain is also cloudy.

I am blinded to you.

If everything can not be understood.

What kind of medicine have you put in my heart?

Make me long to die in your arms.

The scars can't be thrown away.

There is only one second left for happiness.

I watched you melt in my teary eyes.

What kind of medicine have you put in my heart?

It makes me die and feel that it's okay to have a moment.

Whatever you are right and wrong is reversed.

Accept that you are good to him.

Why is your happiness more important than mine.

The clouds were deep and rainy.

What is clear are tears.

It's the rain that gets cloudy.

What is clear is heartbreak.

The cloudy is parting.

What is clear is that you and I kiss goodbye.

The thing is that I don't regret it.

What kind of medicine have you put in my heart?

Make me long to die in your arms.

The scars can't be thrown away.

There is only one second left for happiness.

I watched you melt in my teary eyes.

What kind of medicine have you put in my heart?

It makes me die and feel that it's okay to have a moment.

Whatever you are right and wrong is reversed.

Accept that you are good to him.

Why is your happiness more important than mine.

The smoke is cloudy and the rain is also cloudy.

I am blinded to you.

If everything can be understood, I don't know how to listen to it.

Qiong Yao, formerly known as Chen Jiji, was born in Sichuan in 1938 and later came to Taiwan with her family. Qiong Yao is a famous person in the romance industry and enjoys a good reputation among Chinese readers.

Born in Chengdu, Sichuan Province in 1938, his father Chen Zhiping and mother Yuan Xingshu.

In 1942, he moved back to his hometown Hunan with his family from Chengdu, and later moved back to Sichuan due to the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War.

In 1947, the family moved to Shanghai, and published his first article "Poor Xiaoqing" in Shanghai's "Ta Kung Pao".

In 1949, he moved to Taipei, Taiwan, where his father taught at the Department of Literature and Literature of the National Normal University, and his mother taught at Jianguo Middle School.

Married in 1959.

In 1963, he published ** "Outside the Window" in "Crown" magazine, and soon after published a single book, which was the first book published by Qiong Yao.

Divorced in 1964.

In 1965, his works were first put on the curtain, including "Cousin Wanjun", "Silk Flower", "Misty Rain", and "Dumb Girl's Love".

In 1968, he established Firebird Company and filmed "Full Moon in the West Building" and "Stranger" (adapted from ** "Clover Grass").

In 1976, Superstar Company was established.

In 1979, he married Ping Xintao.

In 1985, "Bing'er" was published, the only one without a parental role.

In 1986, the TV series "Several Degrees of Sunset Red" was launched

1988 returned to the mainland for the first time.

In 1990, he published "Xue Ke", the first historical costume feature**.

She's my idol!! It's true!

A Taiwanese woman who writes romances, with delicate techniques, no one can replace her.

They all said it, and I won't say it.

We can give some specific examples from the two aspects of the teacher's concern for students and patient guidance and learning, so as to make the article more vivid and concrete.

When you look at the changes********** you have the impression that the spring rain always falls softly on that early spring night, as if it is going to bring unexpected surprises to people; As if she was afraid of disturbing the sweet dreams of the world, she was so quiet, like a filament, she caressed the thirsty earth and mountains and rivers, moistening every corner.

When I wake up in the morning, the first thing that catches my eye is the tender green of the spinach and shallots in the vegetable garden. The delicate green color contrasts sharply with the yellow furrow next to it, like a natural landscape painting.

Looking elsewhere, all kinds of grasses and wild vegetables also came out, as if a child who had slept all night had woken up and stretched out comfortably, arching the tender green or lilac leaves into the soft and moist soil.

At this time, it is not very warm, even if the sun is shining, the spring breeze still carries a slight chill, so the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms do not bloom, only small lilac buds emerge on the branches.

The first to bloom is a few old cabbages planted by the mother in the sunny place on the edge of the fence for bearing rapeseeds, and a few bunches of tender stems stretch out from the cabbage urgently, and within a few days they bloom with clusters of golden and yellow flowers. As soon as the flowers bloomed, butterflies and bees buzzed and screamed from nowhere, and fluttered up and down around the clusters of yellow flowers.

The sensible spring rain recedes before people wake up, and it does not delay the villagers to work in the fields the next day. Many times when I wake up in the morning, the clouds have dispersed, the rain has stopped, and the sky washed by the spring rain is intoxicatingly blue.

At this time, our favorite thing to do is to carry a small wicker basket to the field to dig bitter vegetable sprouts.

The air in the field is clear and clear, the wheat seedlings are green, the wind is warm, and the little lark is singing crisply and loudly. The fresh air is mixed with the scent of earth and various weeds or small hardy flowers, and it goes straight to the nose. Take a deep breath and feel like you've smelled spring all at once.

We carried small baskets and ran like children on the soft ridges, and when we reached the shadow on the ground for a short time, we realized that we had not dug up a few bitter sprouts.

The drizzle is like smoke, the smoke and rain are misty, like fog, like rain and like wind, and the dragon sees the beginning but not the end.

Similar to physiognomy, it feels like it doesn't look pleasing to the eye, there is no reason to feel like it, I think about the red envelope, I feel that the profession doesn't want to save the life and help the wounded, just for the red envelope how many similar qualities, I feel that his quality is very poor, and the performance of some small places makes people feel that he is the earth, everything is occupied, everything is his beginning, etc.

To put it simply, you feel that his aura is making you angry.

I was not born, and I was old.

You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old.

Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on grass at night.

Xi Murong's farewell was great.

Farewell Not all dreams come true in time.

Not all words are too late to tell you.

Guilt and remorse.

It must be planted deeply in the heart after parting.

Although they say.

Everything in the world will eventually come to naught.

I didn't mean to miss it.

But I've always done that.

Miss the flower-filled yesterday.

I want to miss this day again.

The same parting is still to be repeated today.

The rest of your life will be a strange road.

A thousand miles away in the twilight.

Bow down deeply to you.

Please cherish it for me.

Although they say that there are all kinds of things in the world.

In the end, it will be empty.

Youth, although it is not about love, but it also goes deep into the heart.

Youth. All endings have been written.

All the tears have also been set off.

But suddenly I forgot.

What a beginning.

In that ancient.

The summer days that don't come back.

No matter how hard I try to pursue it.

Young you. Just like a cloud and a shadow passing by.

And your smiling countenance.

Extremely light and light. Fade into obscurity.

Qunlan after sunset.

Then he turned the yellowed title page.

Fate binds it.

Extremely clumsy. With tears in her eyes.

I read it again and again.

But I have to admit it.

Youth. It's a book that was too hasty.

In fact, Xi Murong's poems are really great, and the link address is posted below for you.

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not opened.

Your heart is a little window tightly closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby......