Love prose in this world is almost out of date.

Whoever has a scarlet tear mole in the corner of his eye has completed your prosperous life, and who has been given a rock-breaking empty joy by you.

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The clear sound of hooves broke the loneliness on the street corner. It turned out to be a beautiful mistake. Not waiting to return, but a passer-by on the way. Walking in the noise of the world of mortals, I missed it; Journey after journey, I laugh when people laugh, and I cry when people cry. In the distance, I saw a white horse with a silver saddle, stopping, singing and sighing, and finally disappearing into the twilight.

I still remember hanging my eyebrows at the window and meeting you, as if a beautiful and sad picture came to my mind. It was a romantic game I played for you, but I couldn't beat a casual encounter, which was unforgettable. I want to dance colorful feathers in the red leaves and indulge in your arms. I want to talk to you, Merlin, playing the piano and composing music, writing poems and songs. Remember the story I told you?

I once heard that flowers make the world beautiful. Later, she closed her eyes and was ashamed of flowers.

I've heard of doing everything in the world, and then her cinnabar is a mess;

I once heard that the wind was strong and the sky was blue, and then her separation made me worry;

I used to listen to the night singing in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and then I listened to her' Jiao Zui Pipa';

I heard that life is endless, and then her sleeve dance lost the world;

I have heard of acacia, and then her loneliness passes through the screen window;

I once heard that the moon danced on the cloud sleeve, and then she put pen to paper and ran aground for a moment;

I heard about the smoke and sand in half a city, and then her hair turned white overnight;

I heard that I can't see Chang 'an, and then her song wrote the answer;

I once heard the sword ascend to heaven, and later her oath was passed down as a much-told story;

I once heard of Yan Dou's past, but later her memory was blurred.

From the beginning of the king's life, he fought for her and fought bloody battles all over the world, just to enjoy the whole life with her, but he still couldn't wait for that day to come. After all, it was a robbery by mistake. And who should be robbed by whom, who becomes who's obsession, and who can answer it? Years passed and prospered, and Jia Rong was dyed red with blood. Even if I rule the world for you, who will reward you? On that day, I don't know whose back was wet with tears. Whose sadness dyed the flowers of love on the other side red and blew away the sad and beautiful myths? But why care? Just remember that this is a good memory for you and me.

I don't need you to be brilliant. I just want to sing a poem with you. You put pen to paper and I study ink. You are the lamp on the other side of my heart. I am single-minded to you step by step, and I am Shenglian Bu step by step. I don't want to be prosperous and noisy in my life. I would like the world of mortals to recede. I would like to cook wine, repair fences and plant chrysanthemums with you, and never leave. Far away, have you received my lovesickness brought by the autumn wind?

The cold winter has come quietly, but now I feel very warm because of your victory. I looked north at the window because that's where you came back. I waited with joy, but what I expected was the news that you married the princess and returned to Xu. ......

What you forget is my blank expectation, dancing like a butterfly, flying the splendor in my dream, the starlight at my fingertips, and the traces in plain ink. I want to ask you the reason, but I think, why should I lose face on myself? I'm not a crybaby, and my tenderness for you became a thing of the past the moment you married the princess. Once, I could watch the eternal monument for you and condense it into a thousand-year-old tear for you; Once, I could guard the sea of mulberry fields for you and wait for you from night to day; Once, I could boil my hair into white hair for you and spend my youth as a flower for you. You put everything down, that's all. Who made who laugh, who made who cry, who held whose hand and who married who? It doesn't matter who is who, whether I know the answer or not, and I don't want to be myself!

I used to think that I would be the most beautiful encounter, the most beautiful clothes and the last scenery in your life. However, after the flowers bloom and fall, there is no result. I used to accompany you to the ends of the earth without regrets, but now I love you deeply. I used to love me all my life, but now the world is different; I have been drunk in my life, and now I can't find the horizon. It turned out that the surprise when we met for the first time was just a promise you made unintentionally. Snow will dispel the white fog and wind, and so will the vertical and horizontal ties between you and me. Whose vows of eternal love were abandoned by fine snow, whose sadness was swept away by the cold wind, all died this winter!

The years you and I missed bloom in the desert in the north, but they are barren in the spring and summer of reincarnation. Perhaps it is the marriage in the last life, perhaps the fate in the next life, but the wrong encounter in our life has only added a fruitless grudge. So I ended my thoughts with indifference, cut off the string of Yuanyang, and the fragrance dispersed in the disappearance of Yuanyang's soul. Although the twilight is full of endless bitterness, I don't want to beg in front of you. I am sad.

If one day, what you have been desperately guarding is handed over, what kind of gap do you have to go through to make you love autumn and give up the prosperity of maple leaves dyed red with sunshine? However, it doesn't matter whose indifference hollowed out his enthusiasm, whose determination is bleeding and whose heart is broken. Meeting is for a better ending, and ending is for a better beginning.