"Send a boat every month. Only the shadow goes with the flow, the country is ruined, and there is residual wine. How can wine beat night wind disease and phoenix rain? A little sad. Going upstairs alone at night, I hate that I can't lock my eyebrows, the yellow flowers are sparse, the geese are broken in autumn, and a stream of fallen flowers is full of Tingzhou. When can I stop suffering? " This sentence vividly tells the hardships of your life in Yi Lee. I can't help feeling: Yi An Yi An, why Yi He An? How I want to go back to the Northern Song Dynasty. Hold your hand and accompany you through those happy and then painful years.
"I am ashamed to go, leaning against the door and looking back, but I smell Qingmei." When you were a girl, you came to the backyard to swing on a morning when the dew was too thick and the flowers were too low in early summer. Suddenly, you saw a figure walk into your garden. You saw that you were disheveled and left in shame. Without shoes, the gold hairpin on her head fell to the ground. How I wish I could hold your hand, swing with you, write "Little Red Lip" with you, and watch your lively and carefree appearance as a teenager.
"I will always remember the sunset in Xiting. I was drunk and didn't know the way home. I was so happy that I got back to the boat very late. I fell into the lotus and fought for Du Jie. I opened up a beach of seagulls and herons. "
At that time, you enjoyed the life of a lady, and your love and elegance made you happy. You and Zhao Mingcheng sang songs, tasted fragrant tea and wrote poems. You used to fill your sleeves with faint fragrance after dusk. I want to be your friend, hold your hand, share your happiness, taste your happiness, accompany you to listen to the rain in the sunset and watch Yun Qi Fei Xia.
"I'm afraid I'm leaving my arms. For many years, I have always wanted to say that I am still resting, I am new and thin, I am not dry and sick, I am not sad for autumn ... Only the running water in front of the building reminds me that I will stare at you all day and add new worries from now on. " You can't sleep at night when the person you love most is gone. The smell of sadness invades your heart. Those brocade books in the clouds, those candle flowers that wake up red, those swings that drip rain at dusk, and those lingering fragrance are all your worries in the wind and rain. How I want to hold your hand every year to accompany you in the snow, often insert plum blossoms, accompany you to lean against the railing to watch the geese line up, and accompany you to roll up the green curtain. How I want to hold your hand and accompany you to write this famous work "I remember playing the flute on the Phoenix Terrace" to express my love for you.
"Looking for it, it is cold and clear, and it is terrible." It rains night after night, and you can't rest at ease. Look at the yellow flowers piled up on the ground, haggard and damaged, and tears flow thousands of lines. Look, the piper has gone, and the jade building is empty. You are heartbroken and have no one to rely on. You have a plum blossom, but no one in the world gives it to you. How I want to hold your hand, wipe away your tears with a handkerchief, light a wick with you and pour a pot of wine to give you strength in countless bleak late nights. How I want to hold your hand. Help you erase your sadness. Help you block the sadness in your life and help you find happiness.
I want to hold your hand and accompany you to pick chrysanthemums at the foot of Nanshan. I want to hold your hand and sing a flat rhythm. I want to hold your hand and watch you make flowers and clothes in spring. I want to hold your hand and go hiking with you in March and climb mountains in September. I want to hold your hand, walk through the wandering days, feel your pain, your sadness and your helplessness, and be your best friend.
I want to hold your hand, stand on the top of the mountain and watch the white clouds roll and bloom with the cool breeze of the Northern Song Dynasty. ...