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Listen to the piano in the snow at dusk, and shake the red in the sunset

Inscription: Meeting you is a gorgeous experience; approaching you is a new poem; fate breaks the cocoon, and I will read you all my life.

Lighting the candle, lowering the eyebrows and listening to the song of a close friend.

The plucked instrument turns silently, the melody is full of feelings before it is completed, the strings are played on the street and the flowers are whispering, and the secret thoughts are expressed to whoever listens. Unsealing the dusty paper, dyeing the pen and flattening the business, the writing is pale. A trace of lovesickness first appeared on my brows, then came to my heart again. In the smoky fog, flying catkins float in the sky, and the sunshine is blurry. The symptoms of winter not being winter warm the rhythm of winter. Some things, full of feelings, full of fragrance. The clouds and flowing water are like flowing water, green and ink are green, but the inkstone is light and inferior to the small window with strong feelings. Geng's eyes are full of tears, and the typeface is heavy with heavy weight. He invites the bright moon and breeze to blow on his face, and awakens his soul to copy the ink paintings.

Spending leisurely time in my hometown, listening to orioles singing on the branches, and watching butterflies dancing in the bushes, is my hobby for cultivating my nature. Whether it is the winter when the wind is cold and the snowflakes are falling, or the spring when the flowers are blooming on the street in the warm spring, whether it is the summer when the moon is clear and the swallows sing in the willow waves, or the autumn when the maple leaves are red with frost and the moon is white in the river, cumin walks through the words and soothes them. The ancient rhyme of the strings, imbued with music and poetry, seeks peace and tranquility. When I met you by chance, my eyes lit up, and I saw you writing in the clouds and speaking calmly. A reserved person does not lift up his skirt rashly and goes forward, but suppresses the pulse in his heart. Standing in the distance, you can see the shapes and figures in the distance, the lotus steps on the road, a lavender parasol, stepping on the tassels of dusk willows in the slanting wind. A woman who came out of the Book of Songs is filled with poetic romance, the fragrance of subtle poetic rhyme, poetic indifference, and contains the strength of poetic sentiment. Your clearness, your elegance, your grace, your tranquility, your wisdom, focus a beam of light, penetrating my abdominal muscles and reaching my softness.

I never like visiting your house, but for some unknown reason, I was driven by a mysterious force to come to your back garden. Stepping gently on the winding stone path, your eyes are caught by the rotating neon, and the gorgeous ink paintings unfold one after another, floating in the field of vision under the bright moonlight. The characters with twinkling eyebrows dance in the gentle melody, like an oriental ballet or the beautiful Swan Lake. It has an antique and wonderful style, graceful and elegant poetry world, elegant and realistic life style with pink and moist flowers, and a chic and bright garden. You are so ingenious in your craftsmanship that you embroider the mountains with beautiful rain, use colored pens to sing human songs, and play the flute to sing the songs of Chu and Hunan. You outline life with elegant and philosophical writing, and render the Spring and Autumn Period with delicate and implicit thoughts. I follow your characters with ups and downs of emotions, and I am ecstatic, sighing, and bowing in admiration for your exquisite writing.

I approached you on a bright moonlit night. Thousands of miles away, within a short distance of each other, hundreds of schools of thought are interested in Qin Dynasty, Han Dynasty, Wu Dynasty, Tang style and Song poetry, and they are reciting classical poems. Deeper, green leaves hold flowers, candlelight silhouettes, and the words are still lingering. The person in the curtain dreams of entering the fairy tale world, or chanting, or talking to the bottle, endless stories about the rolling world, endless good stories in the world, love at first sight and regret meeting later, Shuangyan is drizzled and the sunset is red. Xingzi's bright eyes bear witness, and the jade mirror hangs high with a pure heart. He does not ride a horse to peach blossoms and shed blood to make an alliance, nor does he burn incense in a Buddhist temple to make an oath, but he uses "brothers" to seal his fate in this life. Over the years, I have never had a cup of golden orchids with anyone. I have been "brothers and brothers" with you for the first time in history. You are the first and the last one.

When I meet you again, you are full of sutras, poems and books, and write like a god, which makes me feel refreshed again. Externally, on the stage of life, you are strategizing the situation and leading the trend. You look like Qiu Jin, and you are not inferior to men. Internally, the tall building is in your heart, towering over the top of the mountain. You are as quiet and beautiful as a green pine. You are indifferent and refined, like the dreamy Phoenix Tower. Leaning on the willow and playing the flute towards the evening, it seems like you are waiting for something? Time is like water, the tide ebbs and flows. I lean on the railing on the road to the end of the world and read thousands of sails. On the other side of the sea of ????dust, the past is hurried, and the blue clothes and Luo Shang clouds are outside the sky.

Away from the bustle, live in a secluded peninsula, listening to the wind and rain by the window. Hearing endless tragedies in the world, seeing endless desolation of the world, and constantly hearing about the sorrow of the night-blooming cereus, my heart is locked and my soul is lost in bamboo slips. The iron hooves traveled across thousands of rivers and mountains, fought through thorns and thorns through the tunnel of time, dug for the roots, traced back five thousand years, and galloped through the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Encountering the blue bridge with you, the moon in the water brightens my heart, the lotus branches merge together, and the Yaochi shines together. No matter how the rings of the year turn, or how crazy the wind and dust are, I will never leave you, hand in hand with the sunset. Along the way, he or she adheres to moderation and never approaches other people. And you, with your orchid heart and soul, center me in Changting Pavilion with your radiating magnetic force, and you will be my best friend for the first time in my life. Gentlemen's agreement, honesty with each other, loyalty to history, and the sun and the moon are clear lessons.

At this moment, the echo wall of my heart is swirling with the song of acquaintance that once sounded all over the country:

The mountains are green and green

The water is green and blue

The rhyme of the mountains and flowing water Yiyi

The sound is like weeping and complaining

It is like crying in sorrow

The sigh is that

It is rare to have a close friend in life

Eternal bosom friend

The hardest to find

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Nowadays, thousands of mountains are snowing in the evening, and the silk ribbons are flying. You and I are side by side, deep in the courtyard, Walking in the snow and listening to the plum blossoms. There are phantom butterflies in the mist on the Long Mountain. They look at each other and follow their shapes among the flowers. See the beautiful shadows on the shore reflected in the stream, the rippling waves of the swing, and the charming style that makes countless green eyebrows bow. Holding the pot beside the Sansheng stone, I am drunk, with pieces of red clothes stained on my lapel, and little bits of flying catkins wrapped around my slender fingers.

The weather is cold, the sun is gone, the spring in the mountains is gone, the water is warm, the clouds are flying and the swallows are returning.

The years are bright and beautiful. The sparse shadows slant outside the fence, and I retreat to the thatched cottage. I am born elegantly. I am not jealous of the splendor of the world, and I am not envious of the rich gates in the city. I read with the green lamp and feel the pure land.

When the axis is turned and the piano is played, there are three or two sounds. At this time, silence is better than sound.

Looking at each other and hearing the scriptures from God, your thoughts will be revealed clearly.

For a while, you and I wandered along the path, enjoying the beauty of Xiaoxiang, and our eyebrows were green at dusk.

When I write, the golden window shadow flows, and my eyes are gazing at the dim sky and the plum blossoms are shaking.