How far is the end of the world?

Far more than I miss you.

How wide is the cape?

No wider than your arms and shoulders.

A thousand years is too illusory,

I'm afraid that my promise will be lost.

Life is too short,

I'm afraid you'll turn around and disappear.

Just allow me to fleeting years,

I will ride my horse and whip my whip with you.

Figures enter dusk,

The sun sets over the mountains at night.

"one"

You said that the two swallows played with the flowers, and the Jinping painted hall; later the spring sky was broken by rain, and the plain clothes were sparse at the windows.

You said that Hualien has a faint fragrance, folding fans and clothes; later, fireflies flow from the river, and moonlight sprinkles frost.

You said that the streets were blooming and the osmanthus was blooming, and you sneaked into the city; later, there were only a few bits of red, and your hands were crisp and slightly cold.

You said that the snow sprinkled on the cold river, cheering and shouting together; later, the sound of bells in the distant mountains brought light to the tears.

You said that in the high mountains and flowing water, the harp and the harp depend on each other; then the seven strings were cut off and there were only two silhouettes.

You said that the chessboard of destiny is relatively watchful; later, when the tea was cool, black and white were impermanent.

You said that the poems were all complicated and engraved in the heart; later, when you entered her room, the notes were filled with time.

You said that you were the only one in the picture scroll of the world; later, Lan Zhou lost his hair and missed her young girl.

"two"

A drizzle in the academy wetted the world,

A yellowed folding fan blows the passage of time.

A stroke of passionate ink intoxicates the cause and effect,

A dream of yellow beams hurts the face.

A hundred years in this world are but a blink of an eye.

In the quiet years, the marriage is full of joys and sorrows.

The youth is forever silent, and the music and songs are gone, leaving me alone and confused.

Love is like a sea, and who is beside me in this world of mortals?

I remember at that time, you were just putting on new makeup, and your eyebrows were shy.

I remember at that time, you smiled lightly and danced with your sleeves fluttering.

Unexpectedly, the blue sky disappeared in an instant.

No matter what, the nightmare continues to grow.

Life is like a play, how many moments of lamentation and sighing?

Drama is like life, joys and sorrows are fleeting and the ink is dispersed.

Looking forward to seeing each other for the first time, my heart is on the other side, revisiting old dreams and meeting old friends far away.

"three"

The cinnabar on your eyebrows overturned Chang'an in the prosperous age. When I look back, I will write in the history of Qing Dynasty in the past. The hand-holding company that I once held was scattered across the world just because you turned around. The figure of the colorful butterfly dancing in the breeze gradually dispersed in Nuan Yusheng

Amidst the sound of the piano, I was left to see all the prosperity and decay, lurking in this worldly picture. But the mottled years that burned out never stopped, and finally turned my thoughts into petals on the other side, floating in the flowing years.

"Four"

Last night, it rained in Chang'an, and the night was full of red. I got on the boat alone, listened to the wild village, and watched the tens of thousands of smoke waves. I still remember the early days, when catkins circled half the city, and fireworks flew all over the sky. You came with a paper folding fan, and your eyes were turned upside down

In my heart, we have a beautiful meeting in front of flowers and under the moon. We have made a covenant and pledged to work together for a hundred years. Unfortunately, the surrounding affairs are affected by the war. You turn around and join the army. The prosperous years are full of scholars. Leave me year by year to cross the ferry and look forward to returning to the sail, just like the golden age is desolate.

Tim. As the years pass by, how many times have I lost weight in the south of the Yangtze River? Bronze mirrors offer sacrifices to beauty. Then I understand that the eternal life you expected is not the fleeting time I want.

"five"

If I ask,

Missing you is more painful than secret love.

If you say so,

Waiting is happier than disappointment.

I blame you for being as beautiful as ever,

Blame me for being hard to give up and lose,

This puts love in a dilemma.

But time passes,

What can be done to make up for it?

Maybe I once loved too deeply,

Now I hate it to the core.

"six"

Scholar: I am alone and have five carriages of scriptures. Since you appeared in my destiny like a calamity, I stopped writing and fell into the world by mistake.

Scholar: You are charming and suave, solitary and self-admired. Since you have appeared in my fate like a calamity, I have burned books and broken inkstones, and my fame has been reduced to nothing.

Merchant: I am as rich as my country, and I have a lot of money. Since you appeared in my destiny like a calamity, I have scattered all the gold and brocade, and I have learned Zen in my house.

Doctor: Hang a pot to help the world, save lives and heal the wounded. Since you have appeared in my destiny like a calamity, I have tasted hundreds of herbs, and my life is like dying in the soup.

Monarch: Thousands of miles of land and dust are like a painting of mountains and rivers. Since you appeared in my destiny like a calamity, I flicked my sleeves, and the smoke was everywhere.

General: Wrapped in horse leather, he became famous in hundreds of battles. Since you appeared in my destiny like a calamity, I took off my armor and returned to the field, with no sheath to show off.

Painter: A scroll in the world of mortals, with ink added again and again. Since you appeared in my destiny like a calamity, I have gone up to Yunshan alone and hidden in the world.

Fisherman: The winding water is winding, and the boat is traveling on the strange road. Since you appeared in my destiny like a calamity, I lighted the fishing fire, and the cold river was only warm.

The number one scholar: a thousand pieces of gold, nominated on the imperial list. Since you appeared in my destiny like a calamity, my writing style has been graceful, and there is no better biography.

Swordsman: White clothes and black hair, the blade is rustling. Since you are like a calamity, you have appeared in my fate, I have boiled the sword with wine, and my reputation is like smoke.

"seven"

Parting only breaks your heart,

I miss you only when we meet again.

I love you,

The heart is so soft.

Speechless words are better than sweet words,

Plainness is better than romance.

I have you,

Only then can I live up to the full moon.

"eight"

You sit under the Bodhi tree with a smile and hold flowers, looking at the vast night sky lonely. How many times have you experienced the prosperity of thousands of years? I have penetrated the five aggregates, but I can't survive the misery. You say that this earthly thing is formless and impermanent. If you get involved deeply, this life will be different.

Sad and delusional. Why can’t I let go of your old appearance even though my appearance has gone through many changes? It’s another year of colorful falling flowers, misty rain; distant temple bells are ringing, and reed flutes are playing melodious tunes. I hold the pipa in my arms, playing the lute, confusing my worries, and plucking them away

The years have passed; I have grasped the quicksand tightly and missed the Jianjia. If I forget to drink the bowl of Mengpo soup in front of the stage and meet you face to face when I come back, will you turn a blind eye or burst into tears?

"ten"

Spring: You walked from the bank of the embankment with willows like smoke, and the appearance of celadon like water rippled my mirror-like years. I gently flicked the paper fan and watched you walk into the colorful rain lane on Moshang, and you didn't wake up until your shoulders were covered with fallen flowers. Summer

: The light rain is coming, the lotuses are turning, you are holding a small boat and sailing into the depths of the hibiscus. Looking back, you are filled with tenderness. The clear water in the pond reflects the green lotus like a painting, and the fragrance of the lotus condenses in the smoke. I engrave my thoughts on it.

I miss you so much. Autumn: I walk alone on the old alley, looking at each other across the river in solitude. The other shore is now broken into ruins, with only a season of frost left. Who are you with now, cutting candlelight at night, sharing the years? Leave me to look at each other across the water, as if

Across Yinchuan, there is no place to talk to each other. Winter: The morning wind and lingering snow cover the rivers and mountains, and people are mottled and confused. I am a guest from the far end, full of sentiments, but only feel sorry for myself. You are a guest from the world of mortals, stunned and suddenly alone. The last scenes are ruthless.

How many infatuated hearts have been frostbitten by snow? How many guests have been covered with snow? [Four Seasons]

"eleven"

It was not late in autumn that year, and the night was slightly cool; he left resolutely, regardless of her tears shining under the moonlight. Two years passed in the blink of an eye, on both sides of the world. Her heartache gradually healed, and he appeared again, ripples in her watery years. Tenderness
To be continued...