Loveisathingofthepast. ListeningtoZhouHuajian&39;ssong"PartingFu",isabouttoreadLuYouandTangWan&39;er&39;slove,theoldthingthathappenedinShenYuan,which"wasaphotoofJinghong,"seemstobehere. Alongsighfromheaven,thetalentedLuYou,withdustandfrostonhisface,hadwhitehair,describedwitheredandunbearable. Singingonthewall,beautifulandelegantTangLuo,Bi-colorembroidery,longskirtssloshingontheground,desolateexpression,tearsstreamingdown. Thataccidentalencounterhewrote``GoldenPhoenix&39;&39;: Redcrisphand,yellowTengwine.Springwillowwallofthecity.Dongfengisevilandhappy.Manyyearsseparated,mymindfullofsorrow.Wrong,wrong,wrong! Springisasoldasthin.Thetearswerered.Peachblossoms,leisurepool.AlthoughtheShanmengLeagueishere,theJinshuisdifficulttofind.Mo,Mo,Mo! Lookingatthememoriesofthepastfullofloveandthepainofbeingforcedtodivorceinhispoems,TangYan,thetalentedandtenderwomanwithtearsandphoenix: Theworldisweak,andthehumansentimentsareevil.XiaoXiaogan,tearmarks,residualworries,leaningontheinclinedbaralone.difficult!difficult!difficult! Eachpersonisdifferent,thisisnotyesterday,thesicksoullookslikeaswing.Thehornssoundcold,andthenightisfaint,afraidofaskingpeople,tearsofjoy.conceal!conceal!conceal! Afterparting,meetagain.ShenYuanisstillthatShenYuan,andthepersoninfrontofhimisclearlyunfamiliar.TheoldnightIpromised,thewishtoalwayscarrythewhitehead,andthegoldenjadegoodnessonthesilkasifstillinfrontofmyeyes,andtheloveofeachotherisstillthere,butnowthelinewiththestrangeracrossthestreetsisevenconnectedwiththem.Thedistanceisnot,itisadarkabyss,anditisdifficultforRentoreturntothepast. Shewasawomanofgreatfriendship,andherlovewithLuYouwasaperfectcombination,butitwasruinedinthesecularstorm.AlthoughZhaoShichenggavehersoothingfeelingsagain,afterall,theseawasdifficultforthewater.TheunforgettablerelationshipwithLuYouhasalwaysremainedatthedeepestpartofheremotionalworld.SinceseeingLuYou&39;sinscription,herheartcannolongerbecalm.Reminiscingthepastlikewater,lamentingthehelplesslife,thescorchingfireofemotionstormentedher,makingherdaybyday,gloomyandill,turningintoaleafthatquietlypassedawayinthewindintheautumnseason.Onlyapileofamorous"HairheadPhoenix"wasleft,sothatlatergenerationssighed. Yesterday&39;sredcrisphand,yellowrattanwinetonight;ShenYuanlannight,sittingalonetoawhitehead.Whatalongsongtocry! ﹝two﹞ Atthattimethesunwasclearandthemistwaslight. Atthattime,thefloatinglifewasnotold,andCangshanwastwilight. YouarethechapterinmylifebookthatIcan&39;tleavebehind. WhenIhadconfirmedthatIhadleftyoubytheWangchuanRiver,believingthatthosepasttimeshadbeenpressedonmychestbymyselfandcoveredwithacinnabarmole.However,Idon&39;tknowwhen,yearshavesetupabeautifulrainbowbridgeinmyheart,putmeatthisend,putyouattheotherend.AndI,standingstill,justwaitingforyourarrival.ItturnedoutthatIhadalreadyforgiventhesadnessyouhadleftmeinthedepthsoftime,justasthewindforgivesthefragranceofaflower.Itturnsoutthataslongasthereisstillaheart,theloveforyouwillbedeeplyinseparable,hoveringthousandsofknots,thereareundefeatedflowersateveryturn,waitingforyourarrival,obsessedwiththislife. Youreyesarelookingatmewithunmistakableclarity.Togetherwithmylifeisthelightheart,withashallowsmileonthewater.Atthatmoment,myheartwasfullofspring,andtheclusterofpeachblossomsopenedagaininfrontofmyeyesanditwasdifficulttoconverge. Youwalktowardsmestepbystep.Yousaid,girl,areyouokay?Therewasadimtearinmyeyes,butIsmiledsoftly.Manytimes,themomentyoumissit,inablinkofaneye,yourheartisaloneinthehorizon.Lookingbackagain,theendlesswordsofvicissitudesoflifeareempty. Theyearsofforgetfulnesshavebeenobliteratedbythevastwindandsmoke,andyouandIhavelongbeenunabletofindthewaytocome.Inthislife,wearejusttwopeoplefacingeachother.Everythingisjusthopelessobsessionswitheachother.Imissyou,themottledlightandshadowthatisleftinthebrocadeintheafternoon,andisfilledwithgorgeouspoemsthatarehardtobecoveredwithwater.AndIamjustsittinginthewelloflove,readingthepsalmsaboutyou. Justletmegrindtheunspeakablemindintopowderandputitintheteapottogetherwiththefreshlypickedbambooleaves.Icookthecleargreenbambooleavesandputtheminawhiteporcelaincup.But,neverfallinlove. TheabominableDongfengisstillruthless,itawakenstheolddreamsoftheoldpeople.Seeingnolove,therearethousandsofthoughts,butthereisnowaytotalkaboutfeelings.Ilookforwardtoyouwithasmileofjoy,andyoursadfaceisfullofsorrows,andIcanseethattherearemeteorsintheeyesofthedeeppond,andateardrips. Inthedistance,theremnantsofthewaterholdmyfeelings,inyoursmilingeyes,recountingthepast.Thestoryinthedreamcomestoachapter,nomatterhowyoucandisguise,eventhecolorfulrainbowcanhardlyhideyourpaleness.Lookingatyou,theonlythingIcandoistokeepmyselffromforgetting.Ofcourse,theskyisnotcold,andpeoplehavebeenlost,timecannotgoback.Fromthenon,theirowndayscanonlybecultivatedbytheirown. YouandIstoodawakeinthesunnywaterfront,andonceagainforsakeneachother,likeafishandariverinthelake. Ismiledandburnedthecrippledheartintoashesandliftedthemtowardsthedust. Ifyouforsake,Iwillforget.Neverseeninalifetime,neverineternity.Thereddustislikemud,andthegatheringoftheworldissocoldanddifficult.
