October in the south of the Yangtze River contains thousands of years of sorrow, weeping and singing with endless longing and infinite sadness. The autumn colors are lingering in my orchid mind, and there is a touch of melancholy in the brightness. The autumn water is long and the misty rain is vast.

In the autumn water, I am dressed as white as snow, with bright eyes like water. The only thing that is different from human beings is that my eyes are transparent, with light irises and bright colors, just like white snow.

The vague tenderness, in Wu Nong's soft words, the elegant and refined face made a three-dimensional shadow in the West Lake. I, with the flick of my water sleeves and the curved black eyebrows, stirred up the water rhyme; a guzheng fell down.

Wind and dust, a clear rhyme, flowing slowly like clouds and flowing water, passing through thousands of years of time. In the wind and rain of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, you are as handsome as yesterday in your green clothes and black hair.

, dimmed the dazzling fireworks. I don’t know how to remember you, and I don’t know when I can meet you again. I can only be as safe as water, calmly waiting for a love that has passed away in the air, in the sound of mist and rain,

Singing and sighing, counting the passing years, drunkenly thinking about the west wind and cooling off alone. The green lotus coming in the wind carries a boat of sleepless nights on the rippling blue waves. It is my heart that tells whether love is shy or longing for the flowering period of longing.

In full bloom? I am still the white fox who has loved you for thousands of years. In the faint fragrance of lotus, dancing with butterflies, accompanied by apricot blossoms and mist, I am waiting for your appearance, waiting to meet you again. Thousands of years of hard waiting

, brewed into a cup of strong mellow wine, with whom can I share new sorrows? Thousands of years of love have blossomed into heart flowers, and the fragrance is filled. In the blank space of my life, I have painted the eternal brilliance and the voiceless voice of life.

It flows in the clear wind and white moonlight. It lingers in the slanting wind and drizzle lingering in the world of mortals. In the burning peach blossoms, the clear water turns into flying catkins all over the city, rippling with the autumn waves, setting off surging waves in the heart. Scarlet lovesickness.

, is that elegant and eternal feeling. She is like a vine buried deep in the cracks of the stone. She stretches her body and transforms into a thin plum tree, a dream for thousands of years. I shed tears into a song and gently wake her up, waiting for you to pass by.

On the roadside, as long as I have your affectionate gaze for a moment, even if I miss the entire flower season, I will happily fall and turn into dust... I just don’t know if I still exist in your memory, and if I still exist in your memory.

That cute fox as white as snow?

Breeze, drizzle, frequent steps, full of love and hope, where are you? Although I understand that the world is always like water, although I know that one flower is the world, one leaf is one pursuit, but I still stubbornly insist on being the same person for life after life.

, I have been waiting for you to come and cross me from life to life, but I don’t know what you are willing to do? Even if the autumn wind does not understand the meaning of the falling flowers, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away; even if the monster sings and sings in different ways, it is difficult to return in the end; even if there are thousands of pots leaning against the clouds,

Drunkness hides loneliness... Time passes by, and wealth fades away. The love entangled in my heart for thousands of years has lost its beauty and become red. I have fallen into the world of mortals for more than a thousand years, just for you; I have traveled tens of thousands of miles through time and space, just to wait for you.

looking back,

I cry for you with tears filled with candles, and worry for you with little flowers. Like this, I have been looking for you for a thousand years, waiting for you for a thousand years, and thinking of you for a thousand years. My heart is flying in time, flying for a thousand years. The star bridge and magpie road are accompanied by lovesickness for thousands of years.

Lonely soul. The rain on my pillow, the person in my dream, looking back in the autumn colors, the faint fragrance lingering in my soul, chasing the past, thinking about my old friend for a while. Watching the wind, flowers, snow and moon, listening to the wind and rain in the distance, counting the passing years, my heart is in the millennium.

Slowly crossing time and space in the waiting. Guarding the red dust of the purple road, the loneliness of the vast sea of ​​people, I played the sword and sang, the heroism of the iron horse, the bright moon and the breeze, the elegance of the plum heart and bamboo bones, with the three-foot green front

The dragon's roar echoes between heaven and earth for a long time, calming the restless soul... The storm rises, the fleeting years fly, and the three-life covenant. Who knows the way back? Xiaoxiao Qiuyu brought you news. I feel that you are leaving me.

Close, close... On the shore of the autumn water, reeds and grasses are knee-high, swaying in the wind. On the bank of the small bridge, there are falling flowers and flowing water. I pick up the flowers without saying a word, and my happy heart is wandering in the falling red. Wandering on both sides of the autumn water, my thoughts are in the fragrance.

Charming blooms, passing through the golden curtain of autumn, waiting for you, waiting for you to come, waiting for you to walk into me gently, waiting for your gentle eyes to cover me, waiting for you to leave deep traces in my heart, waiting for you to let me

In your arms, I release the tenderness that has been condensed for thousands of years to my heart's content. I have kept it for a thousand years and looked forward to it for a thousand years. I believe that there will be a day when we meet again. I believe that this day is not far away. In this misty and misty autumn,

In this watery Jiangnan, at the end of the deep alley, I am eagerly waiting, how should I play the pipa gently in my hand, so that you can understand the voice in my heart?

Following the past, I searched for you all the way, across many distant mountains, I waded here, the graceful falling reds danced around me, and the flute sound in my heart sounded the fairy tale in autumn. Wrapped in my heart

The dense layers of thoughts are inadvertently scattered in the autumn sun, and the thoughts that have been held for a long time fly gently, folding the hot emotions into paper kites, letting her fly to the sky... The autumn wind blows up the dust on the ground, blowing towards my face.

, a voice faintly came from the wind: "Don't look for it, my child. Let it go, you can't fit into his world, and his world can't tolerate you." I smiled softly, a thousand years of love,

How can I let it go? The legend that has been waiting for thousands of years has not yet been staged, so how can I let it go? I just want to look at you, even if your flute does not ring for me, even if your horse's hooves

Passing by me in front of the mountain, holding the bride of your dreams on horseback, I have no complaints; I just hope to meet you again, even if it withers like a yellow flower in the mountain stream, even if it dries and becomes a decoration in the medicine basket of a boy who collects herbs,

I don’t regret it either; I just want to be able to express my heart to you, even if I abandon a thousand years of cultivation, even if I re-enter reincarnation, I am willing to do so; I just want to be able to sing a song with your arrogant feelings with my fragile body for a long time.

As long as the sky lasts, even if I fall into purgatory, even if I return to the animal kingdom, I will leave with a smile... I am like an autumn flower, waiting in the autumn wind, waiting for you to come by boating and singing, gently, gently

, implant me into your heart...

See the autumn river again, see the autumn water again, the turquoise river flows around me, I sit at the end of the river, thinking about you quietly. The bells at dusk turn the sparkling autumn water into a blooming green lotus, thousands of miles away

In the mist, a familiar figure came slowly, walking in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, wearing green clothes and looking outstanding. That is the figure that has been in my heart for thousands of years, and that is the figure that I have been waiting for for thousands of years. It's you, it's you, really

It's you! I've finally been waiting for you! The frowning eyebrows in the wind are intoxicated with the green willow strands in the hair; the smile on the lips blooms the pink lotus in the lake. The flying eagles and the leaping fish illuminate the eyes

, the fragrance of osmanthus penetrates the heart, where the fishing boat returns at dusk, who is dancing and flying in the dream? The ripples of the autumn rain startle how many beautiful mandarin ducks? The long road, the narrow bridge, passing by all living beings

Have you ever met my joy? You and I have been separated for thousands of years, and finally we are going to meet again in the world of mortals... A voice faintly came from the sky: "Crazy boy, crazy boy, why is love so crazy...?"

"I raised my hands to the sky, smiled brightly, and said softly: I have no regrets!

The rain is pouring down, and the bank of the Qiu River is covered with a thin layer of gauze. You are here holding an umbrella. Your blue shirt is fluttering, and you are so quiet.

Like air, as elegant as moving clouds and as clean as running water. Your face looks very clear in the drizzle. It is still the same face as it was thousands of years ago, with statue-like outlines and delicate and elegant facial features, so leisurely in the rain-covered sky.

Walking in the wilderness, it seems like the scenery falling from a painting. In the dark gray mist and rain, there is a feeling of surprise. The poems on the lotus leaves open up the passing years, and the color of love decorates them.

The stamen of the soul, a thousand-year sentiment flowing on the strings of an ancient harp, gives birth to strings of red beans in the call of the soul. The clear wind penetrates the strand of love, blowing over you and me. In the misty rain

Beside the misty broken bridge, I stood quietly, waiting for you to come, waiting for you to come. The love of a thousand years is only for today. The faint pain on the broken bridge has turned into endless lovesickness and full of joy today.

Happy. After a thousand years of waiting, I finally have to see you again. How are you? Your white fox is here. The white fox that you released a thousand years ago is here. Here it is...

The drizzle made my clothes wet. I stood in the wind and rain and counted your steps. Closer, closer. My heart trembled slightly with the ups and downs of your steps. Thousands of years of loneliness, thousands of years of helplessness.

Help, today, at this time, everything is gone. I finally arrived, I finally waited... I can no longer feel the cold rain and wind. Is it because of your arrival that the wind and rain are far away? I gently

Looking up, an oil-paper umbrella blocked the wind and rain in the sky. Under the umbrella, your eyes were as bright as stars. It was like meeting me for the first time in a thousand years. You looked at me quietly and said, "Girl, it's getting late and the wind is cold."

It's raining hard, and my girl's clothes are all wet. Be careful to catch a cold. Go home quickly." Your voice is still the same as it was thousands of years ago, as beautiful as porcelain. I have so many words to say that I don't even know where to start. I can only say

Tears that had already filled your eyes quietly slid down your face. "I, I have never met my relatives. I am alone. I don't know where to go. I don't know where my home is." After hearing my words, you frowned slightly and thought for a moment.

He slowly said: "You should not stick to trivial matters in life, be upright in your heart, and look up to others without any guilt. It doesn't matter, I still have two thatched cottages, which can provide shelter from the wind and rain. If you don't mind, girl, please come home with me." I finally have a home.

!I covered my sleeves and smiled, raised my silver eyes, and looked deeply at you. The pink color on my cheeks bloomed with all the beautiful reverie about love, and the lightly opened pink lips silently told my love for you.

Intentions, thousands of threads are only in the intersection of souls. You are not surprised at all, you are as gentle as before, as kind as before, and as calm as before. I am deeply blessed, and blessed again, and leave with you.

The thatched cottage is simple and clean, with only one bed, a few instruments, and a musical instrument; the thatched cottage is simple and elegant and warm, full of rich poetic charm, lingering with a long and elegant charm. You live here in a cottage, studying hard in a cold window. You call me "leave"

"Son", from now on I will add fragrance to your red sleeves and accompany you in the fragrance of books. I never dared to imagine that I would meet such a splendid beauty. You are a legend that I dare not expect. I will definitely cherish this period.

Fate, cherish this feeling, no matter the mountains and rivers, I will no longer look for it. But, in a thousand years, are you still the scholar you were before? My feelings for you are familiar and strange. So, I am

I look at you in the quiet melody, read you in the elegant words, and understand you in the flowing notes. My bright eyes gently pass through your heart, watching you come from the ink, and my heart is like snow-white rice paper, without any traces.

Dust-free. Walking into your heart, heart and heart blend into the echo of mountains and flowing water, repeating eternal chants in the tranquility of the wind. I walk into your world with beautiful spring flowers, and I hold Qingqian

The autumn moon accompanies you through vicissitudes of life. With a pious heart, I quietly listen to your smart thoughts and accompany you to read at night in the swaying candlelight. I borrow a wisp of floating dark fragrance and the fresh fragrance of pine trees, which are reflected on the branches and leaves.

The soft breeze blows away the coldness of the long night, letting the deep warmth wrap around your heart.

You sing softly in the mountains of poetry and literature, with ease, like a floating pearl, like mist and rain. My red lips are lightly opened, and my soft voice is harmonious. It is a tactful outpouring of thousands of years of love, and it is a recitation of lingering true feelings. You

Playing the zither and flute, the music travels far and wide with the fleeting years. Let my agile soul become your jumping notes. The clear and deep notes are like a dream in the moonlight. My white clothes are fluttering, my sleeves are wide and light, I am infinitely shy and extremely shy.

I dance charmingly to your music, like a white lotus blooming in the middle of the night. I accompany your steps with my graceful dance. In the distance, the short boat is gently swaying, the clear water is rippling, and the dreamy clouds and smoke trees are

, the moonlight is faint, the beauty on the boat head, I don’t know who the talent is for? I don’t know who the tenderness is for? What a beautiful scene, I can’t tell whether this is a dream or real? If this is a beautiful dream, I miss her so much

It can be longer, and it can be longer, so that the happiness in the dream can be a little more, a little more, I really want to let the fragrance of flowers intoxicate the time, and let the time stay for a long time, even when I wake up, the ground is covered with fallen flowers, and the sunset is already thick. I really

I'm so afraid that she is like a smoke, water, mirror and moon that breaks at the touch of a finger, instantly being stirred up into pieces and dispersed by the wind. You are an ordinary human being. At most, you will disappear from my eyes for a hundred years at most. This time

I don’t know how long it will take before I can see you again, and maybe I will never see you again. Therefore, I use the world of mortals as paper, my deep love as ink, and sway it with moisture, engraving this feeling and scene deeply in my heart.

This beautiful moment will remain in my heart forever.

You never asked me where I came from, and I didn’t dare to tell you my truth. I just wanted to read quietly with you, quietly listen to you reciting poems, quietly watch you paint, quietly

I want to accompany you in front of your case. I really want to turn into the cup of tea on your lips, the wolf brush in your hand, the square inkstone and ancient ink in front of your case, and the breeze outside your door.

Turn into the bright moon in front of your window... "The blue sky belongs to the sky, and the fox belongs to you." Just let me be stubborn once and stubbornly insist on my life. My memories will not disappear, and my longing will not disappear.

Yes, my love will not disappear, your fox will not disappear, even if the world is destroyed, I will persist until the last second, just in case, just in case... just in case I can see you at the last second

You, if you can still recognize me, if you are still willing to give me a smile, if you can still call me a fox, even if it only happens once, it is the reason for my existence. I am just a dog who always loves you and loves you.

Fox. The endless wind has blown away the fleeting years. Surrounded by the heat and coolness of a furnace of human fireworks, we are carefully weaving the story of you and me. Like all women in the world, I also have beautiful thoughts in my heart. On my desk
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