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Spring is deep, and the window is lonely. At this moment, my thoughts were blown away by the breeze. The moment I opened the red dust, I seemed to be in the mood of dyeing, and I was full of flavors.

People are still the same, and the years go by; The dream is still the same, and the slanting sun is old. In the depths of the light, I still remember the first heartbeat. Sitting alone in the night, watching the moon want to talk and rest, I fell to the ground with shame.

I think of some sentences, "The only moonlight I remember in this life is the first string ...... that bent eyebrows."I couldn't help but smile, and in front of the case, the fragrance of ink was scattered.

The night is quiet. Fall into contemplation, listen to the rhyme of Yunshui Zen heart, and the diffuse water, brushing your face. Whose heart is it that is hesitant and doubtful at the end of the world?

Whose hand is there to hold on to the other side of this shore? I don't know, and I don't think about it. Wei Juejun's face, in the bottom of his memory, is gradually hidden.

The wind comes, the curtain moves, and gently rolls up the fragrance you once left behind. The moon by the window reflects my slender sleeves like a lotus. The fragrance of flowers dyes the coat, like the rhythm of the sheng flute blowing down the strings of the water and clouds.

Drunk, drunk. I wonder if there will be your footsteps wandering quietly in front of the door full of imagination.

Fate, let me meet you! Feel, let me like you! Miss, let me remember you! Heartache, reminds me of you! Please tell me, how can I forget you?

Waiting, not not leaving, not staying. It's about saying goodbye to you, waiting, and parting with you on the day ......Actually, my biggest fear is not death. What I fear most is that no one loves me.

Even if you can't enter your world, it's okay to wander outside and wait for you.

A dusty thousand-year-old story, a buried 10,000-year-old secret. Finally, it is revealed and revealed today. How can I love you?

The beautiful short verses are as follows:

1. "Acacia is a no-nonsense word, don't waste tears on the flower note." —Yan Jidao "Partridge Day Three Songs II".

Interpretation: There is no place for lovesickness, so why bother, write it on the letter paper, and it takes a thousand lines of tears.

Appreciation: This sentence is the word's helpless self-comfort, there are not many words, but reading it makes people feel more sad, "don't waste tears to the flower note" Although it is a decisive word, it is a word of love, so deep away from hatred, it is not something that words can affirm, which shows the depth of this affection.

2. "Don't be the same after the chaos, the most invincible is the moon and the moon." —Nalan Xingde, "Poppy Beauty".

Interpretation: After farewell, you and I suffer the same desolate pain. Every time the moon is full, I feel sad that I can't be reunited.

Appreciation: The meaning of the words has changed sharply, and the Tao is broken This was just the beauty of memory, but now it is desolate after farewell. The gloom and resentment are unbearable.

The next film intercedes and dissects the current state of mind. "Half a life has been divided into lonely sleep", close to the meaning of the word, the frustration will be poured to the end, the words are exquisite and graceful, the sad meaning of the words has not been reduced, and the answer is still bitter. At the end of the sentence, "folding branches and painting Luo skirts" is borrowed to reflect people, implicit and euphemistic.

3. "Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, and short-term lovesickness are infinite." —Li Bai, "Three Five Seven Words".

Interpretation: In my whole world, only the thoughts of you have life, long-lasting, if you are me, you will experience the sincerity and bitterness of my lovesickness. I miss you for a long time, I can't extricate myself from my memories, and occasionally I think of you quietly, and my thoughts are immersed in endless nothingness and suffer.

Appreciation: This poem is a typical sad autumn work, autumn wind, autumn moon, falling moon, jackdaw, set off a sad atmosphere, plus the poet's beautiful imagination and perfect portrayal of his own heart make the whole poem poignant and moving. On this moonlit night in late autumn, the poet looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and at the jackdaws perched on the trees that had already laid their leaves.

The poet could not help but feel sad. The bits and pieces of the past are like playing a movie, replaying in my head. This situation can't help but make the poet sad and helpless. This is inseparable from the bottom of my heart, and that emotion and longing make the poet regret the original acquaintance.