Lianxian

Moss-stained trails, moonlight mountain roads, who cares about walking silently through flowers and willows, and lightly moving lotus steps?Holding a touch of coldness in the wind, my mind is full of broken jade.I feel sorry for you, lonely and cold in single clothes and light fur, I really want to be alone for you, to accompany you in the frost alone; I really want to cut candles for you and add fragrance to your red sleeves; I really want to burn a red candle for you A small clay stove, warm your sleeves; I really want to drink a glass of thin wine with you, and get drunk in your strong poetry; I really want to dry your thin shirt wet with night dew for you, and send you a fragrance of flowers all over your clothes.Can you smell the fragrance of the moon?And me, where is the harbor to anchor?At the foot of Qingshan Mountain, Bishui Bay?The yellow sands in Saibei sent me endless sighs of beauty, and the lonely sandbank was cold... In the cold night when I suddenly woke up, next to the annual rings of time, I sat alone like a lotus.Fate, you can't force it, so I quietly watch the long years, waiting for the arrival of fate.The lamp is half-caged, and it is already broken, empty thoughts, distant mountains, distant water...residual red, sleepless... night fog has been cooked into thick fragrant tea, don't drink it; Blow, only on the edge of the dream, waiting for you to find the way, come to knock on the door of my heart, come to accompany me, and fish for the moonlight.

Gradually you are getting old, and the deadline for leaving is getting closer and closer, and finally that day comes as scheduled, and you walk on the road of reincarnation lonely with your infinite nostalgia for the woman in green.At the moment when you were walking towards the Naihe Bridge, suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in your heart, and you turned around suddenly, and saw me standing beside your bamboo couch, and saw the tears in my eyes.You took a deep look at me, and then took a deep look at me, soft affection appeared in the godless eyes, and the dim eyes lit up, ah, you recognized me, you remembered me Me, a slight smile appeared on your lips, you left with a smile, and I read your heartfelt voice in your smile: "See you in the next life", see you in the next life... the next day, there is The kind hunter buried you and set up a tombstone for you.

Some people say that this scholar is really pitiful, he has been lonely all his life.But the Orion insisted that the scholar is not alone, he is always accompanied by a beautiful white fox, even if the scholar travels far away, the white fox will never leave him until the last journey.Orion also said that when he let the scholar rest in peace, he clearly saw the beautiful white fox not far away, giving him a deep bow, and then turned into a white cloud and left.Although everyone is dubious about Orion's words, many people have seen it.Every year on the death day of the scholar, there will always be a woman in white clothes who comes to worship at the grave, and she will always be seen from a distance dancing gracefully with fluttering clothes, and the wind howls for a while, flying sand and rocks.But when someone came close, they could only see fragrant flowers everywhere, and the woman had long since disappeared...

three.longing for reunion

Our story is actually not beautiful, but it is so unforgettable. In the smoky memory, I seem to be the green fruit that you have forgotten in the treetops in your previous life. Without picking, it will not mature in the end.For that unfinished love, I insisted on waiting life after life.Missing year after year, longing for autumn after autumn, no longer thinking about the encounter in the previous life, no longer talking about the oath of the next life, what I can't forget is the encounter in that life, the gathering and separation.Thank you for saving your life many times, your grateful heart has long since turned into a loving butterfly, fluttering its wings to fly, flying across the sea, and staying in your heart.Fate and wish are just a thin line.With deep love, lost in the boundless emotional world of the world of mortals.A long dark night with no end in sight.Will such longing in the quiet night wake you up from the deep sleep of the eternal night?Memories can be sealed, but my heart will sometimes betray me. I can't forget the love in the past, I can't forget the valiant swordsman who protected me with his sword in the autumn water;

The misty green mountains are cold, the lonely years are long, and the red dust is dripping with tears, which have been dried up in the lonely green mountains and dense forests for thousands of years.To whom do I tell my thoughts that haunt me day and night?Like this, I searched for a thousand years, waited for a thousand years, and sang for a thousand years.Peerless, hidden in the clear glow of the deep pool of cold moon, the fluttering red accompanies me in white clothes like snow, dancing lightly; the autumn rain is worrying about me for thousands of years, endlessly.Missing, in the reincarnation of years and years, turns into waves in the year of the water, stirring and surging.Flying flowers are fluttering, fallen leaves are scattered in the waiting space, the mood like mist stretches quietly in the sky of memory, unintentionally lingering with the passing time, the sadness spreads in the depth of the night, and a ray of shallow Feelings, like petals scattered in the world.I don't know if you can feel my longing like Lan?You, quietly walk through the world of mortals from life to life, let my lovesickness hover alone, let me wait, and stand on a hard cliff and sea reef.You, half asleep and half awake.Lost in the vast world.The thousand-year-old legend, down into the vicissitudes of the years, deeply buried my waiting heart.

Loneliness turns into death, and the bustling when the lights are dimming, who's heartbeat is rendered?The tenderness is like water, crying in the dead of night, whose heart is dizzy?Thousands of years of lovesickness have dimmed the light of time, and that lonely love has disturbed the yearning for generations to come?Sadness interprets persistence on the road of waiting; nostalgia weaves a solid net for oneself.The rain of loneliness falls into desperation again and again.Clear memory, flowers fall into sorrow; bitter longing, withered into dead branches and leaves all over the ground.The distance between two hearts seems to be only a stone's throw away, however, it can never be close.Looking back on the vast world of mortals, sadness always permeates my heart.Your figure is deeply engraved in the depths of my memory, no matter how hard the years are, it will never be erased.At a loss, it seems that strands of splendor in life have fallen.Loneliness overflows the night, sadness overflows the heart, the heart is dancing solo in the waiting space, but love is still lingering in the depths of the soul, can't bear to be separated, love for a thousand years and loneliness for a thousand years, waiting for a thousand years for a thousand years of loneliness.

The smog is drunk on fleeting years, and the sound of the wind is swaying the deep-seated missing, quietly left in your dream, has it ever aroused your memory?Is there that touch of white shadow in your dream?You are walking your own way between heaven and earth, dreaming your own dreams, but I am always a passer-by in your life, running on the edge of fate in a hurry, not knowing the depth of love, wandering outside your world.The encounter in the beautiful autumn water, the rescue in the deep mountains and dense forests, let you walk into my heart from now on, and stay in my heart forever.But the flowers in the world bloom and fall, and there is a definite number for everything that comes and goes.Although I write fate as deep-seated, although I carve love as eternity.But it is always difficult to walk into your world.There is no eternal vow, only a thousand miles of bitter tears, no promise of dryness, only your figure is stranded on the beach of my memory.Did you know that foxes can also dream?often dream with you

Accompanied by a grand prosperity, where the peach blossoms are burning, the branches and leaves are verdant, enchanting and gorgeous; It releases the splendor of life, the dim lights, and the myth of never-night. I put all my love and hope on this beautiful light... I want to lock myself in a dream, resisting the dawn, so Let the time with you be longer, and longer.However.No matter how beautiful a dream is, there is a moment of waking up, and it is only a moment of youth in the gorgeous fireworks.I can only hide this beautiful dream deeply in my heart and make it a permanent mark in my heart.Fireworks are easy to be cold, and what is left after the prosperity is gone is endless darkness; it is easy to wake up from a good dream, and after waking up, all you have is loneliness and desertedness.The wind seems to have stopped singing, looking back at the other side, who is dancing in the silhouette of the years?After thousands of years of wind and frost, my heart is still intoxicated in your poems. The elegant pen and ink permeates the valley path. I compose my soft heart into a small ballad, and sing it softly with elegant strings Sing, can you hear the chanting of the poetic rhyme reverberating over the empty valley?After crossing thousands of rolling rivers and crossing thousands of mountains, it is difficult to hold your hand. I am waiting for you, how far into the future?

In the flying flowers all over the sky, holding up the umbrella of longing, looking at the former thatched hut, fluttering in the strong wind, people go to the hut, leaving pieces of sorrow,

With the countless falling reds floating down, the bits and pieces of memory are frozen in the long time.In the days when the snowflakes are flying, I am waiting on the snow-covered hills, waiting for your gentle call, using the temperature of your love to melt my frozen heart. Your figure is an indelible mark in my memory.Love you, I promise with endless life; love you, I use endless life to guard.Missing day after day, looking forward to year after year, empty-handed with the continuous green hills and the surging river.The passage of time urges immortality and beauty, but ruthless wind and frost urges lovesickness.Time flies, a sigh of a thousand years.How many times to look at flowers in the fog is finally separated by a layer, and how many affectionate feelings are all accompanied by the faint sound of the piano.All those longings and strands of love are turned into slowly flowing notes, explaining the long and simple story bit by bit, isn’t it that emotion is unique to human beings, but why can’t I always smile and forget ?Although I am just a little white fox, although I have experienced thousands of years.Tonight, the fallen leaves turned red and turned into rain, and the shattered moonlight covered the empty and lonely valley. I stood obsessively in the remote misery, and let the tears dance in the world of mortals... Your smile is separated by The vagueness of the years, in the cycle of time, burned my lonely night.I remember that day, you saved me from the autumn water, I still remember that day, you saved me from the arrow rain and horseshoes, and I still remember that night of light moonlight, my surging tears, your gentle eyes... I don’t Knowing whether this is the love promised in ancient times, or the debt owed in the prehistoric world, let us meet in the cycle of time.The thick moonlight can't get rid of the melancholy of longing, gently pick up the lost sadness, and the coldness of the bright moon, let the tears turn into a song of lovesickness that travels through Qinfeng Hanyue, regardless of the song Is Fengyue interpreting the vicissitudes of life in the world of mortals, or the yellowed tune swaying out of Nagato's sigh, I just want to follow the long rhythm, walk across the maple bridge that has not changed for thousands of years, and walk into your dream.Gently tell you, I am the white fox who misses you and loves you for thousands of years.