我们总在河边眺望,对岸杨柳依依,松柏参天;对岸的人远观漫山花海,屏息却感受不到一点花香。请收起那眺望的目光,转身回眸间,花开此岸,柳栽此畔。如果把时间和精力都浪费在获取自己从未曾拥有的事物上,待为自己已拥有却被遗忘良久的鲜花而悔恨时,花已枯萎。泪弹不尽临窗滴,就砚旋研墨。此处情深,红笺为无色。迷途困顿,欲无穷止,可你至少还拥有蔓萝丛生的春,海波翻涌的夏,麦浪随风的秋,霜描柳眉的冬。在这岸边停下吧,回回头,用点染朱唇的红 We are always overlooking the river, the other side willow willow, pine and cypress towering; the other side of the distance Manshanhuahai, breath holding but feel a little floral. Please take away the gaze overlooking the eyes, turned around and looked back, blooming this shore, Willow this side. The flowers have wilted if they waste time and effort in obtaining things they themselves never had, in remorse for flowers that they already have, but have been forgotten for a long time. Tears do not come near the window drops, Yan ink study ink. Deep here, red 笺 is colorless. Lost and desperate, endless, but you also have at least creeping spring, Hyperion wave summer, wheat wave windy autumn, frost describe the winter of the eyebrow. Stop at this bank, turn back and dye the red lips