书写惆怅千万句、难尽心中断肠词

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倚栏听风春花落，心碎像雨又像云。古风悲调笛箫曲，淡词飞舞诗相依。春夏交替，岁月流失，眨眼又是夏季，千年浑浊的黄河波浪里，是谁黯淡的目光、在寻觅？看不到流年相思，找不到甘甜记忆，岸边那木船，不知遁迹哪里？眼眸流盼之处的风景，早已经让岁月腐蚀。对空长叹、泪痕楚楚谁擦拭？一团惆怅千缕思、一曲离殇心无奈，把心碎折叠起来，尘封到梦里、捻花折月窥红尘，愁绪万千遗恨多。

漫步苍凉醉三更，婆娑错落凌乱影。曾经沧海踏逐浪，蓦然回首搁浅伤。夏雨夜、风在吼，思绪狂乱，流年寂寞了沧桑，谁惹了我一夜彷徨？寸断柔肠，欲隐藏，却欲盖弥彰，泪眼沁华裳。当爱转身那刻起，知道、只有漫漫长夜相依。落寞如水，饮一杯，憨醉、方能梦回。醉悠悠，恨悠悠。把盏间，刹那芳华，便跌落在这万丈红尘中、何处再播种千年的期盼？洗一世情殃、听雨凭诗苦涩念 沾墨淡赋泪做笔。

漫漫红尘一条路，沿途心酸多少回。流年岁月不等人，雾流散荡任西东。一翻风雨，一片愁思，掀起内心深处的那份平静；一腔碎念，一生哀怨，浅吟低唱成悲曲。再回眸，却隔断了三千痴缠，生死相许，碎成一枕残梦。一痕山水，一个转身，山茫茫，水寂寂！纷扰的红尘，牵绊的情愫，转眼间便成永恒的遗忘、舞台华丽戏主题，黯然谢幕台上空。

红尘陌上孑影游，相思苦眼夜更长。浮云散尽终为空，一曲弦音醉逍遥。一篇日记、一丝神伤、岁月沉积着诗词里的忧郁，曾经痴爱的人，曾经相互嘱托的关爱，在渺渺的时空中渐渐苍老。千帆远影，似乎只留下了一声叹息！各分东西，也似乎只留下了心头的幽幽记忆！凭栏细语，阑珊思念、将成风中的琴箫一曲！化作影片里的花絮、淡定、褪尽昔日孜一人，风花雪月已转身。

多情总被无情伤，浅墨渲染诗连篇。你笑你歌你翩跹，我叹我泪我悲伤。红尘里、你那婉约的风雅，伴随你的最后的苦笑消失，曾经飘逸的我，将爱恨藏与云烟深处，只剩下、沧桑的笔在诗歌里穿梭，携着缕缕悲伤，撩起一帘幽梦，抖落着世俗的牵绊。灵魂伴随年年的柳絮飞扬；岁岁遥痴月色，日日清露湿颜？做一个红尘醉客，饮尽今生销魂酒、让此情枯萎在尘埃、忧说不尽、怨道不完、书写惆怅千万句，难尽心中断肠词。( 文章阅读网：www.sanwen.net )

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Lean on the bar, listening to the wind flowers fall, heart like a rain cloud. Ancientry sad tune flute music, light dependent words flying poems. Turn of the spring and summer, the years, blink is summer, Millennium in the turbid waves of the Yellow River, who is dark eyes, looking for? Can't see who that Acacia, sweet memories could not be found, the shore the vessel, I do not know where did withdraw from society and lead a hermit ' s life? Scenery at the eyes of loving glance, already have years of corrosion. Sigh, the traces of Chu who wipe? A melancholy thousand thoughts, a song from the heart die young and helpless, fold up the heart, dusty dreams, twisting flowers month peek at Red dust, melancholy thousands more than the price of lust.

Drunk walks along bleak three-shift, panoramic seaviews and wrong fall messy video. Have seen much of the world taken by the waves, ran aground when I look back injury. Summer rain the night, the wind roared, mind frantic, who that great changes of a lonely, who got into the one night I wander? Depicting life heart and soul, to hide, are: the, tears refreshing China skirt. When love came through that turned up, knowing that only night dependent. Lonely like water, drinking a glass, foolish drunk, can only dream. Drunk slowly, ending in long. Hold Cup in hand, between two women, will fall in this lofty look forward of the Red dust, where seeding in the Millennium? Wash the proprietor calamity, read the ink-stained light Fu poems of singing in the rain, with bitter tears.

Long red dust road, along the sad times. Who that tide wait for no man, rendered fog dispersal Ren Xidong. Through the wind and rain, a feeling of sadness, set off inside the calm; read be full of broken, sad, shallow Yin croon into a sad song. Looking back, but cut off the 3,000 nerd around, about life and death, broke into a pillow dreams. A trace landscape, a turn around, mountains and vast, quiet water! The fury of Red dust, wash stumbled, blink of an eye is gorgeous play topic into eternal oblivion, stage, slipped over the bow.

Lonely shadow on the Red Dust 陌 swim, Acacia eye nights even longer. Cloud end is empty, one chord sounds happy drunk. Years of deposition in a journal, a little shenshang, the poetry of melancholy, who had mad love, have mutual trust, care, getting old in a vague spatio-temporal. Thousands of sailing far shadow, seems to have left a sigh! All things, seems to have left a faint memory! Lean on a railing whispered, coming to an end, chengfeng Qin Xiao song missing! Into movie Featurette, calm, faded former fennel celery person, romantic turn.

Amorous is always ruthless injuries, light ink rendering poems English. You laugh you songs you a Merry light dancer, I sigh I tear my sadness. Red dust lane, your graceful and elegant, with your last grin disappeared, have elegant, I, love hate hidden deep in the cloud, left, in the vicissitudes of life in poetry Shuttle, carrying a sad, stir a curtain you dream doula secular stumbled. Soul with year after year of willow catkin flying; years away but the Moonlight, daily clearing gel wet pigments? A slightly drunken passengers, * wine, drink life to the dying in the dust, and worry says not, but not finished, write of melancholy do, best heartbroken in Word.

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