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The moonlight is soft like silk of slight chill in
the air ripple all over the body in you as flowing water, rest on
window, another sleepless night.
Candle light is out, but cheek of you reflect moonlight pale to
such as the paper, compose the all over gloomy mood of one. The
flower blooms and withers, is one year, how much spring, summer,
autumn or winter is waited for, what do you also bring? Only
" People are thinner than the chrysanthemum " .
" seek, desolate, wretched and intimate " . Know perfectly well so,
you are in accordance with guarding the window, look at it, see
that wild goose's word fly sideways, some flavour how? The negation
that it is here that the prosperous scene of those years is good
now? Heaven fair to everybody originally, after limitless
happiness, rest have pain only too.
The flower withers too, the leaf comes off too, that was left is
only that piercingly cold night wind pats your holding thin and
pallidly
The wind stroked your cheek at bleak night, you depend on by the
window, the moonlight is being wrapped, stand still for a long
while!
" the lower brow, but have in mind " Beating you the wan and sallow
bitterness. Since crossing in the south, you have born family's
hatred of national humiliation, and all these, the wind that turn
into like the sharp sword carves a lot of annual rings out on your
face.
Quietly, you rely on window, it is lonely for you to keep, you look
forward to wild goose, you look at black day, the night wind rolls
up fallen leaves in the sky wanderingly, the butterfly fluttering
all over the sky in this way. Quiet air seem, come silver bell
flicker voice, it is deciduous laugh or you that have in the past
once far? Just fallen leaf getting greedy laugh for one noon,
wonder rest only withered all overly too.
" a west wind of curtain" ,A one that put your canthus is
wiped sparkling and crystal-clearly at the same time. The star has
that pale face in the sky, is like and adjacent to you, accompany.
No matter the west wing, or blue boat, nowadays the rest has
keeping Hou of endless loneliness and life imprisonment only.
If is lonely autumn, it is still autumn too; If is you who are
lonely, but only lonely. " the wandering water of since the flower
flows automatically, a kind of lovesickness, worry idly in two
places " Have already passed, has only " piled up virginly fully "
now ,Keep watch, you look at it, but keep watch after all in
accordance with guarding the window!
You are a wonderful work in a volume of history, you are a wisp of
sweet spring water in the long river of the literature and history.
Keep watch earnestly, having cast your full poetic masterpiece of
pieces of gloomy mood, silent moonlight, have paved it into a body
of your committee in the lonely corridor.
It is under the moon to depend on, it is by the window to depend
on. You play the zither, play a section of temperament out and
reverberate in the heart; You wave the pen, compose the next sad
melody and sing millennium!
Wind park gradually, you smooth out, blow wind sending tipping
scattered, but who come, comb you experience all kinds of until
messy heart wounded?
The grey dawn flood in the remotest places, you can not close the
whirling tearful eyes either after all, are just holding the tears,
start writing, start to write or draw...
What the autumn wind is swept fully lazily and lazily is withered,
compose the most nobly movement in this season
lonelily!
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