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I saw you in the No.7 Park, bathed in the moon in Luzhou, and attended the funeral of roses in the light snow world, so I sat by the window alone and wrote this article as a monologue for you.

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The moonlight is quiet, and I have no intention of dyeing my temples. You sing your own songs in your own world and only listen to yourself, but the sound of the piano runs through my heart like running water. When Conan's dream and Luzhou moonlight shine on you, close your eyes and listen to your music quietly. Perhaps, I am satisfied with this "short-sighted" self.

Luzhou moonlight

In March, in Luyang, the flowers are all gone, butterflies are dancing and warblers are flying, the spring water is rippling, and the drizzle is sparse. The moonlight in Luzhou has quietly sprinkled on you, and your mood is soft and melancholy. There is a sad season, just like the moonlight on the bridge. People are hesitating, and so is the moon. There is a song from the past in Wu Peng. After the dead of night, you can only lean on the bridge alone, listening to the red medicine beside the bridge and sighing that the night is too long, allowing loneliness to sneak into the dream of property and erode every corner of your body.

Qing Ming Yu Shang

Happy as ever, the world has changed. Looking back at that year, the years are rippling ... during the Qingming Festival, the rain has already wet my eyes, and I can't find the past time in hesitation. Endless distance seems to be an endless distance even if it spans a century. Heaven and earth only hate themselves and can't forget them. In the distance, there were waves of piano music urging rain, so I could only tell myself what I was worried about. The old dream of the world of mortals is helpless. After the dream is broken, it is just empty. When a flower falls into the world of mortals, it will always be a dream, but it will always be empty. ...

Broken bridge and residual snow

The sapphire case has a deep mystery, and when I look back, my heart has turned to ashes. On the broken bridge, in the residual snow, you alone enjoy the figure of fireworks flying all over the sky, which has been fixed in my heart. In plum blossom season, loneliness lingers, lingering in your heart, short but beautiful. When the willow curtain shed tears on the Bai Causeway, when the Leng Yue in the water was like snow, and when the snow drifted on the broken bridge, I thought of Youwa.

A song and a memory, listening to your songs in my own world, I don't know if I understand you, but your happiness and sadness have comforted my heart.

I don't remember who stole the light when I was a child. The night in the south of the Yangtze River was stained with ink on rice paper, reading all your tenderness and enjoying the fatal temptation of buttonwood leaves. The fragrance of champagne roses is touching your clean and delicate face, and the running water is ruthless and cruel, making you want to cry.

There was no more mourning on Wu Peng's boat. It changed its appearance, but it was unusual at that time. Don't hesitate to go and see you, Lu Yang. ...

I hope LZ will adopt ~ ~