A Dream Like awake

In the afterglow of the sunset, I sat by the lakeside at will, watching a group of birds returning at dusk slowly falling to the horizon with the golden sunset. The lake was decorated with a beautiful brocade, which made the waves clear and soft, birds at dusk, Sunset, Lakeside, drunk in it, wind blowing Silk, water Shadow, Xia yingmian, quiet only heard the call from the bottom of my heart. Duster the floating dust on my body and walk around the lake in the sunset glow, accompanied by the floating and heavy figure, stepping on the winding road, looking back to where I came from, the setting sun sank to the west, and the night was dusk. The moon is bright, the stars are bright, the silver is painted on the women’s wall, the residual Frost is brushed off, the heavy makeup is removed, the door of one world is closed, the window of another world is opened, and a leaf boat is written one by one, wupeng boat head and stove listen to the sound of ancient temples at night; One light, one tea, one coir coat, the cold river fishing Ulva perch alone; One pot, one Cup, one altar of wine, call friends to wake up and get drunk, I don’t know whether the sky is clear or not; A song, an inkstone, a plain silk, bent over the iron-painted silver hook and looked up to hear the rustling sound of the flute. All kinds of complex encroached the soul from attachment to obsession. Although in, although I was trapped in the downtown area of Chang’an, I couldn’t help myself. Talking with the moon, I don’t want to be a fishing expert any more. I just want to be an idle tourist, barefoot, following the floating fishing boats to disperse the fishing nets in the surging undercurrent to catch the so-called unexpected gains, stepping on the sand, she bent down to pick up a few shiny pearl shells between the ebb and ebb, and brought them back into wind chimes, making her pleasant sound nourish the flowers that have been carefully cultivated for a long time. Listening to the sea, looking at the charms, sometimes stretching out his hand to gather a gust of waves, picking up a few pieces of clouds, bringing them back and pouring them into the jug, warming them with slow fire and tasting the Moonlight slowly. The moon is silent, tell me not to forget the color of the light any more, remember to wait for the spring breeze to cut green silk sash, dye Green Jiangnan shore, and appreciate how the oil green like silk and satin summer lotus caged the dream-like yarn, A clear wave was made for the deep lake water. Walking in the path of maple forest covered with red carpet, she picked up a loving flower and accompanied her to watch the most beautiful fireworks blooming in winter and night. The moon is about to go back by the wind, and the Silent Moon for thousands of years suddenly reminds me of a dialogue. In the years when I have watched the earth, if I want to say something I have learned, that is, people are not all like what they seem, so I turned around and didn’t want to take another look!, People, short life, why bother?! It may be too late to meet someone, and I have already missed it. I hope in the next life, but I will not meet again! Sigh! Sending ephemeral flies to heaven and earth, a drop in the sea, a moment of mourning for my life, admiring the endless Yangtze River, maybe it is too late to care for the people around me and experience the truth of the world, I have missed it, hope for the next life, love has gone……!

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