Reflection fireworks follow the water flow

After a rain, stack a flower.Quiet, time flies.

Some people say that love is an ancient city wall that will never fall down. No matter when, no matter how the traces of time flow, it will remain in the bottom of the heart and will never be erased. It’s just that the imprints left are different in depth. !The sad music, the woman singing Kunqu opera, the quiet minor tune, the elongated melody, and then drifting away across the wall with dark scars.The trajectory of the years, the youth and brilliance of that year, will be wiped out on this old ancient wall one by one. Love has become the past, and it will be printed on this wall. It's hard to remember.

The past may only be lived through, and it is difficult to recall and remember.Time creates the taste of dust, and the deeply buried past is no longer mentioned.When it is air-dried, it turns into ashes and sweeps away.

The scars of time cut a person's life into a diamond-like appearance. How many times does a seemingly beautiful person need to experience the experience of time?How many erotic bumps?Only then can he achieve this calm and elegant appearance.

A woman, wishful thinking, like falling mottled peach blossoms, her freshness and beauty are left in the fixed frame of the past, and then she exudes a peerless demeanor and reveals a deep-rooted fragrance.Cold, pleasing flavor.

Take a puff and forget about the past.Put on a dress, and forget your face in the mirror.Life is spent in the process of smoking and puffing out smoke, how many traces of time have passed, and one breath is one life.The smoke is beautiful, and it can curl up in a gentle posture, and the smoke on the face is a burst of gentle sentimentality.The soft fingers dance with the smoke, and the white smoke rings are wrapped around the tips of the hands softly.This life!I am so attached to the smoke, so unforgettable, the faint fragrance of tobacco, I just like to watch the smoke dance on my fingers so much, I can't help but be confused by this gentleness.

Finally, she called her name lightly, and she turned around to look at her, smiling like a flower.Yi Ren was haggard, and Li Wo gave a faint smile. She said hello, and then walked slowly through the mottled glazed ancient city wall, looking at her figure in a cheongsam, her graceful walking heels, her graceful back, and her soft waist. Every moment of walking is not too sad.As she walked, she raised her wrist and lightly brushed over the traces of the ancient wall. The green bracelet she was wearing slipped down on her white wrist, and she decided not to look back.She erased all the past time and scars, and also erased all the tears that flowed, and finally even the last name deep in the memory.She bowed her head and smiled slightly, she was already gone when she thought about it!

Perhaps she has already left behind the sorrows of the world.Don't think about it anymore, don't remember anymore, let others call her name, but she left without hesitation.Passing through the long yellow city wall, the mottled fate, passing through the cut marks of the withered years, there is no reluctance and complaints, no stubbornness and sadness.She also laughed and shed tears, letting the fallen flowers wither on her body, no longer look back, no longer look.

At this second, there was a thorough coldness in my heart.

What about when a woman is passionate?What happens when there is no love?Look at her eyes again, look at her smile again, and you will know how different everything is!Even if she once held your hand and smiled lightly, even if she was once gentle and sweet, now the smile is still a smile, but without the warmth and familiarity, now she is still as weak as water, but has already melted in the water, unable to touch or see clearly, So messy, so cool.The promised emotions are gone, even if it is the same person, the same time and space.

The peach blossoms are still drifting away, in fact, it may not be the woman who left, but just a love flower that fell in time and space.Gently wipe with your hands, and the traces on the water can be smoothed out.The dream of love is like a beautiful scenery reflected in the reflection. When you go to the garden and start a dream, you find out where the injury is.This startle, can not help but wake up.Perhaps, a long time ago, I was infatuated with a beauty, infatuated with a feeling, and then I was confused by this illusory reflection, look at it again, and miss it again.In fact, water is still water, but with an extra layer of dreamlike reflections.

The four seasons are constant, and the reflection also changes accordingly, just like the emotions in the heart of a person. Although the scenery remains the same, it forms a different appearance due to the different seasons. What about a person's state of mind?The scenery is still the scenery, the water is still the same water, changing a little bit every day, what kind of dust will be shed in the end?

Like water and illusion, tender and sad, sing a song and forget the sadness.

Ask this life, who can sing with you?Even if it's not Feng Qiuhuang!Even if we can't depend on each other for a long time!Even if it's just a dream in the garden, you can't forget it, but you also want to dream and dream, Liu Liuan'an, keep singing, keep falling in love, a woman, singing a cappella, unforgettable in a lifetime.

In the end, I left the time in the past, wrapped Liuguang into a simple and elegant new dress, and kept wearing it like this, singing until the flowers are red and the willows are green, singing until the water stops, and singing until the last breath stops.