I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Don't you see every day, drinking water from the Yangtze River?

When will this water stop and when will this hate be stopped? I wish your heart would be like mine, then not in vain for you I pine.

-- "divination operator" Li Zhiyi

When I read Song ci, I will always be surprised by many sentences, which will break the plum heart and sink into the river together with the feelings of the past. Drizzling outside the window, misty rain, such days, will stop, close the heart in the house, listen to the time of the Song Dynasty, open a book, go or stay inadvertently, remember those touching stories. We were born, was a pear rain in the Song Dynasty, wet the skirt, although the time of the Song Dynasty has gone away, but in the green years, there are still countless love stories, thousands of times of reincarnation on the stage of the present world.

In this life, everyone has some unspeakable fate with Song ci, everyone has a relationship, has not left before the autumn rain in the future, and separated at the end of the fate. It is just that we are inexperienced in the world of mortals, perhaps we do not know this Acacia, but also can be composed into a song, included in that thick Song ci, singing when lonely, affectionate memories when Acacia. From spring to autumn, the flowers bloom, and everything has a definite end. So no matter how much we miss in the world, it doesn't matter. The ancients wrote all the endings thousands of years ago, and our endings later became the beginning of others. Turning over the time covered with moss, we will find that some inadvertently looking back in Song ci unexpectedly wrote about its own past and future generations, ordinary Spring and Autumn period.

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Don't you see every day, drinking water from the Yangtze River? " One at the source of the Yangtze River, one at the end of the Yangtze River, it is not clear how they met, even the waves of the Yangtze River water is also infected with Acacia, for their love life hard work, but never to the source of the Yangtze River woman, to bring reunion. I play the piano in the upper reaches of the river and you listen to music in the lower reaches of the river. Whether this is a beautiful mistake, or should not have been brewed! How many stories that should not have happened were finally caused by our persistence, but in the end, we still failed to rewrite the ending. Mistakes will eventually be mistakes, when mistakes occur, it has been doomed to the end of the bleak, during the happiness, and finally only a wisp of ethereal soul on the reincarnation road, no home.

Just imagine, what kind of charming scenery is that affectionate woman standing on the bank of the Yangtze River, day after day, waiting for that silent return year after year? I wonder if she doesn't know that the water flows eastward and never returns, or is she too convinced of the promise of the world? The river is inexhaustible, and most of the men in the world have been washed out by the river and fell in love with ruthlessness. In fact, it is not that the man is ruthless, but it is really too difficult and difficult to go up the river with the river. As a result, many people lose their memory and forget their way back.

"We can build the same boat in a hundred years and sleep together in a thousand years." Tao Tao Jiang Shui, how many lovers have been fulfilled, and how many defects have been left? The flowers in the world are blooming, the edge is scattered, there is a fixed rise and fall. Behind every reunion, there must be separation to pay for the waves of the river. In spite of this, the world is still desperate to come to the ferry near the water, looking for the only beauty in this life, regardless of whether it is an old friend or a new guest.

Standing at the end of the Yangtze River, I seemed to see the woman who shared the water of the Yangtze River, still standing on the bank of the river, waiting for the long-lost return. It is just that the beauty has grown old, such as the years have become like time, from green hair to white hair, as if she had grown old overnight. But she still recited this divination operator on the bank, until the river dried up, the end of time, but still did not see a lover return. Perhaps the affectionate man has already died on the way, along with his soul was buried in the rolling Yangtze River, but in our view, the river is still the same, there has not been a trace of change.

In the rain pear blossom deep closed night, how many beautiful love, mercilessly swallowed by the river, driven by the water, with the falling flowers. Maybe we are all the fallen flowers that fall into the middle of the lake, thinking that if we drift along the river, we can find the people who share the water of the Yangtze River, but we do not know that every drop of river water is hidden and missed, and those who have a shallow fate with you in this life, even if they climb thousands of miles of Pengshan and spend their whole life, they can't ask for it.

We all had a bond with the river, and on a rainless day, we also stood on the bank of the Yangtze River, chanting this divination operator. "it is said that the heart is as pure as an ice jade pot." under deep affection, I sigh for the love in the ci, but I don't know that we are all people in that song, whether thousands of years ago or a thousand years later. After a cluster of twists and turns, they came to the riverside and sighed the beauty of deja vu.

"when will the water stop and when will the hate have been?" I only wish your heart is like mine and will live up to your lovesickness. " There is love in life, and the river is boundless. We have all been defeated and loved, and because of the desire for love and the feeling of deja vu, we have become the most affectionate people, frowning for a flower, stopping for a cloud, and moved by a drop of rain. It's just that we are not the woman who sings along the river, so we can't bring a case together in the world, and we will always be the same as the monarch.

Unpack, and let us warm a pot of new tea called memories, in the fragrance of tenderness, in the most beautiful season of flowers, remember that the woman standing at the head of the Yangtze River, like the warm river, eloquent.

Text / idle flowers