Where time lives, the breeze stirs up the past, the cool moon is overgrown with white dew, the falling red paves the path, and the flower shadow blows through the old clothes.
Like a peony, blooming in the ancient meaning of Chang'an, drunk with a pot of wine, fragrant a past, stained with ink, with the time of that year.
Like a snow, Yuan Na fell in Jiangnan Stone Lane, landed in front of the court, fell on the body, thin white, causing a cold, but it was gone in an instant.
Simple time, because of feelings, and ups and downs and self-satisfaction, a room of the first sun, if the Tang poetry is loose; a window of autumn rain, if the Song words are beautiful; a wisp of cooking smoke, if the yuanqu is scattered; a night of cool, such as endless poetry.
Moving time and shade, because of feelings, and the wind and moon Juanran, the joy of the peach, the thought of Qingqing Ziyuan, the red of the purple yan, the wind and snow moon taste, a paper in Jiangnan, comfortably warm wine to boil tea; a sum of sheng Tang, wantonly playing horses and looking at flowers.
Wang Zengqi: You must love something, just like the love of grass and trees for time.
If you love books, you will read a wisp of ink in the frozen time, poetically touch, and fireworks in the world.
If you love tea, you will boil a pot of tea in the thick sorrow and joy, enjoy the tea soup, and taste the bittersweet years.
If you love the piano, you are in the red dust of alienation, indifferently stroking the piano, not asking about sorrow and joy, regardless of seasons, and your heart is as calm as a mirror.
If you love wine, then when the first snow rises, the evening breeze is thin, cook a pot of wine, conceive a person, and warm up for a while.
The time is deep, the day is old and not desolate, like a cool moon born of white dew, like a light rain falling in March, like a snow, falling on the body, thin white; like a plum tree, blooming at dusk, faint incense.
The wind sent a sound of dove guanguan, the clouds floated with the news of peach blossoms, to see the water, on the clear spring stone, sitting three glasses of two light wine; to listen to the wind, spring has fallen flowers into a grave, autumn has a petal of acacia.
Do not be vulgar, do not get trapped in feelings; do not argue with the world, do not make trouble with themselves; do not desire to think, do not covet the heart.
Time is a period of memory, peach blossoms fall, idle pond pavilion, mountain alliance is still there, Jinshu is difficult to trust, the red face of Tian Xiang, after all, rub shoulders, reunion is just confused.
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