Let Months

The Flickering Moonlight and the hazy light falling on the ground. Walking through the delicate years, walking in the world of mortals, mixed with memories of previous lives. Standing at the wandering intersection of the world with a little sad attitude, through the quiet night, piecing together a little time, keeping the promise of thousands of years, wandering around the world and chasing the shadow. Some strings are broken and continued, continued and broken. The memory of rolling in the years was blown through the summer by the wind, leaving the rhythm of whispers, one after another. How many trance is missing, such a change, that year, today, this year. I am in the world of mortals, looking back, the smoke is gone, and a pot of liquor is washed away. Drunk in the world of mortals, floating life is like a dream. In the previous life, I kept a beautiful emotion. I only hope that this tender feeling will rub your silky heart into my life. So I turned into a wisp of breeze to accompany you. The stranded past was sad and hurt. Dust and moon, the dream is lonely, lonely, wake up the time and space to the night. How much glory has passed is the past history; How much love has gone is submerged in the arrow-like time; How many people have been forgotten by the years and lost in a certain corner. Time flies like an arrow, the Sun and the moon are like a shuttle, some things, some people leave in a hurry, and they don’t know where they are; Some words have no chance to say before they have time to say; Some turn around, leave in a hurry, and no news, disappear in the time; Maybe it was the beautiful opium poppy of time, and the deep feeling that was once opened could not escape, and the fate of quitting. Fate comes and goes, ask Buddha; Do you know the sorrow of parting? Do you know how much loneliness is colder than Frost? Do you know the feeling of heartbreak? I have experienced it one by one in the world. The wandering Sanskrit flies in front of my eyes like snow. I understand the true no regrets; I understand the sad joys and sorrows. Even after several generations, those dusty memories still cannot be wiped away. Only the broken heart has dyed the time of the world of mortals. On a quiet night, the moonlight was like ink. I wrapped the love complex around my fingertips, stayed on the road, turned over the title page of the fleeting year, and witnessed the empty prosperity. Who cried in the dream, who laughed outside the dream, and who, with hazy tears, loved the dark fragrance of time. Time slowly runs away, turning in the morning and evening, watching the vast world, tired of the noise of the market, tired of the weak human relationship, life, it was originally a process of staying together in the world of mortals or forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes. Those flowers falling into the dust and those dreams floating on the clouds may only be tolerant and moved after years. Many things have settled down, that is, the glittering and translucent listening to a song sung in the Moonlight is like a dream. Accidentally, the tears became wet and dressed up. The rest of the ink brush will clear my sorrow and immerse me in your heart all my life. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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