相爱如春暖花开，相别如暮秋初冬。

　　爱着的日子很短很短，远离的日子很长很长。

　　当我的目光寻不到你的身影，我除了久久，久久的伫立在这儿想你，让单薄的身影与这朦胧的暮色相溶成一个隔世的传说之外，我还能怎样把思念写得更真挚呢？

　　以一方斜阳铺成诗笺，蘸满落霞的笔，去书写你的名字，却始终道不出一句源于思念的惆怅。

　　你是一幅不能画的画，你是一首不能写的诗。尽管我知道也许我不可能把你画得更美，把你写得更好，但我仍不忍放下手中的笔。

　　这藏在心底深处的名字，这与生俱来的柔情，这刻在血脉之上的真爱啊！仿如一盏灯，而这盏灯会从此不休的温暖我疲惫的眼神。

　　你能否听见了我隔山隔水的一声呼唤？你还能从众多的声音里认出我吗？

　　如果茧能抽出丝，我就把自己的一生的思念交给你等待的岁月。其实千年与一瞬又有什么区别？

　　在这丝丝缕缕的思念中，端起的是酒，落下的是泪，四处飘零是心，难以走出的是你的眼睛啊！

　　是不是在期盼美丽城堡，再燃一次狂舞的篝火？是不是希望在烟雾的寒江，再望一眼初升的碧月？是不是再画一朵洁白的轻羽，让它轻轻的飞翔？你梦里还有多少关于飞花的记忆在你的眼中荡漾？是不是梦中的宫殿在黎明前倒塌？

　　举一把浓浓淡淡的芦苇，摆一叶悠悠荡荡的扁舟，追一位隐隐约约的背影。用阡为经，用陌为纬，我细细的编织一个五彩的梦，梦中的你是首字韵兼备的唐诗；你是一阕流香不尽的宋词；你是一幅散发着墨香的丹青。在静如诗行的阳光中，我依稀听见你在风中吟唱，我依稀看见你在宣纸上挥毫泼墨。

　　想象着你的样子，在青山绿水之间，在白云飘飘之上，一切恍惚如梦。然而这不是梦，梦是来有影去无踪的逍遥，而爱你的心却在梦里与梦外都是一样的，与你路程那么近，我却走了这么多年，与你相遇那么美，我却走不出层层迷雾。

　　水流过，花开过，雁飞过，我的爱人啊！难道我只能从你的眼前中路过？从你的生命里错过？是票旧亦或是船迟，我却不能登上你的客船。千帆过尽，我成为岸上独自欣赏风景的人。

　　你是梅，注定一生只属春天；我是尘，注定一生只属于风？

　　为谁真心而候？为谁露立风中？

　　为谁衣带渐宽终不悔？为谁滴不尽相思血泪抛红豆？为谁开不完春柳春花满画楼？

　　风萧萧，雨萧萧，瘦尽灯花又一宵。

　　难道有许多的梦只能在天外聚散离合？难道有许多歌只能在梦中南来北往？

　　一遍又一遍的仰天自问。

　　今生的爱走远，来世的痛提前，是谁丢失了时间，让梦从此改变？

　　不要说今生无缘，只待来世，不要！不是不相信你，也不是不相信我，不相信的，也许只是那难以预测的明天，那无法抗拒的命运和无法预知的情缘。

　　你从我的眼瞳里走出，你从长相思的曲子中走出，你从高山流水的悠扬中走出，仿佛我在佛前跪求了五百年的期待。五百年的青灯古佛，五百年的晨钟暮鼓，为的都只是今日；为的都只是相逢一笑，相逢一笑——是首歌罢了！

　　当你策马驰过草原，我是你蹄下点点红尘，徒劳用藏了一生的芬芳点染你的行尘；当我在江南采莲，你是我腕下无奈的清波，匆匆一聚又远去，空留我惆怅相望。

　　就摘一朵花送我吧，这样才好在你远去后吹萧扬歌，才好在天涯明月下思念你清秀的容颜；就绣一个梦给我吧，这样才可在我试问卷帘之时，才好在绿肥红瘦的风雨中独斟“人比黄花瘦”。

　　一颗露珠，滴醒千年的梦幻；一段云烟，尘封今世的情缘。冷风吹不散你的神韵。我踩着飘飞的落花，穿过白云，为了一个晶莹的梦幻，为了梦中你的呼唤。一路寻来，长发飘飞，舞步轻移，精灵般的眸子顾盼生辉，你的样子飘扬风中，落花，雨滴，是我一路随意抛洒的诗句。

　　或许挚爱只是一个隔世的传说，或许离别只是一种真实的无奈罢了。

　　有风从双肩拂过，最温馨的落在心头，是爱？是痛？在微醉的红烛前，不要让我看见你曾经的伤口，也许，走近你，是走近一场心酸的浪漫。也许，远离你，是远离一帧经典的幸福。无论怎样，爱你，从来没有后悔的方向。

　　有谁能够挽留住那些花朵？听任淡淡的清香与揪心的惆怅。秋天是个长长的梦，梦里牵不到你的手！

　　自古悲秋多寂寞！常常在飘着细细雨丝的夜晚，在周围灯火熄灭之后，独自展望你的方向，想你是否也像我一样亮盏灯光，想你娇柔的身影是否也在沉思，是否还在读着你此生挚爱的那些文字，是否也在回忆那淡淡的雨夜，那盈盈的绿叶？

　　对你的爱是一种意念，一种信仰，一种想象，如湖上晨雾，迷漫着，演绎着。如雪里寒梅，傲放着，芬芳着。它藏于岁月的深处，灵魂的深处。它注定要一个人用一生的时光去咀嚼，去感受。

　　感谢这份情怀，它使我一个人的时候不感觉孤独，它让我在红颜老去时不羡慕青春，我知道这份情缘将穷尽我的一生，至今我还在你温柔的目光里，不肯再听第二支情歌。

　　这份爱，我愿以不变的姿态终生去守望。

　　请原谅我平静如水的目光和转身潸然而下的泪水，请允许我念着你的名字生生不息潮起潮落！请为我们相见的那一天默默祈祷，祈祷我们的情永远都是春光明媚的人间四月的天气！   

Love, such as spring, relative to other such as the late autumn early winter.

 Love the day is very short, very short, far from the days of very, very long.

 Outside when my eyes laid hold your shadow, I long, long time of standing here would like you, so that a thin figure with the dim twilight of compatibility as a Geshi legend, I can how the thoughts written more sincere it?

 To paved shijian to a party to the sun, dipped the pen of falling clouds to write your name, has always said no one from the yearning melancholy.

 You are the one paintings, one can not write poetry. Even though I know maybe I can not put your painting more beautiful, you write better, but I still can not bear to put down the pen.

 Possession of the name in my heart, the inherent tenderness, carved in blood on top of true love! Just like a lamp light lantern from endlessly warm my tired eyes.

 Can you hear the the Hills impermeable sound calling? You can from the many voices recognize me?

 If the cocoon out of silk, I got all my lifetime of longing to the years you wait. In fact, the Millennium and the moment what is the difference?

 Fishes continuously miss, reach for the wine, falling tears, four wandering heart, difficult to get out of your eyes!

 Is not looking forward to a beautiful castle, reburning the first dance of the bonfire? Not want the trees and smoke, and then hope a rising Bristol? Is not re-painting the light of a white feather, it gently to fly? Your dreams, how much memory on the fly the waves in your eyes? Is not the dream palace collapsed before dawn?

 Give a faint thick reed, put leaf lengthy sway of the boat, chasing a vague silhouette. Use footpath through the street as the weft, thin weave a colorful dream, the dream is the first word rhyme with both Tang; you are a tie down stream in Hong endless Song; you a scent of ink pervaded The Dan. Static poetic line of the sun, I seem to hear you singing in the wind, I seem to see your ink brush on rice paper.

 Imagine the look of your face, between the mountains above the fluffy white clouds, all trance dream. However, this is not a dream, the dream is to film to go without a trace, Happy, love your heart is the same dream and the dream, and you walk so close, I was gone for so many years, then meet with you America, but I get out of the layers of fog.

 Water flows over the flowers too, wild geese, my love ah! Do I can only passing from the front of your eyes? Miss in your life? Old also vote or ship late, but I can not board a passenger ship. A thousand sails had to do, I became the people of the shore to enjoy the scenery alone.

 Plum, condemned to a life is only in the spring; I dust condemned to a life belongs only to the wind?

 Whom sincere and waiting? Whom Lu Li in the wind?

 Whom pine end is not wide? Whom drops of different Acacia blood and tears to throw red beans? Whom endless Chun Liu Chunhua full painted floor?

 Winds blow, the rain rustling, thin to make the firepans another night.

 Is there a dream only in the outer Parting? Is there many songs can only be a dream or vice versa?

 Over and over again the sky and ask ourselves.

 Life of love go far ahead of the pain of the afterlife, who lost time, the dream changed forever?

 Do not say that life for him, just waiting for the afterlife, do not! Not believe you, nor is it did not believe me, do not believe, may only be that difficult to predict the future, the fate that can not resist and unpredictable Love.

 You out of my eye pupil, you out from the Sauvignon Blanc tune you out from the mountain stream of melodious, as if I were looking forward to Guiqiu the five centuries before the Buddha. Blue lamp Buddha five centuries, five centuries bell Drum for today; as the only A smile, A smile - song fills!

 When you rode Chiguo prairie, I hoof under the little Red vain with possession of the fragrance of life dyed your line dust; When I was in the south Picking, you are under my wrist helplessness of the Shiba, hastily gathered again away, were left me melancholy sea.

 Then plucked a flower to send me Chuixiao Young songs, so we go after you go away, go in the End of the World under the moon miss your handsome face; embroidered a dream to me, so before I tried questionnaire curtain the time of the go in Lvfeihongshou wind and rain in seeking company than the thin yellow.

 A dew drops wake of the dream of the millennium; some clouds, dust-laden life Love. The cold wind and the ghost of your charm. Petals I stepped on every now and then, through the white clouds, for a crystal dream, in order to dream you call. Dance all the way to find, long hair every now and then, nudge, wizard-like eyes stare brilliance, you like flying in the wind, falling, rain, all the way free to shed the verse.

 Perhaps love is just a Geshi legend, perhaps the parting is just a real helpless nothing.

 Fell from the shoulders, the wind blowing, the warmest heart, love? Is the pain? Before the tipsy red candles, do not let me see you once the wound, perhaps, approached, approached a sad romance. Perhaps, away from you, away from a classic well-being. Either way, love you, never regret direction.

 Who can retain live in those flowers? Allow a hint of fragrance and the wrenching melancholy. Autumn is a long dream in which to hold your hand!

 Since ancient times, and more lonely and Autumn! Often inundated with a thin rain of the night, Looking in your direction around the lights go out, alone, would like you like me, bright lights, want your feminine figure is also thought, is still read in this lifetime love those words, is it also recalls a faint rainy night, and that the sparkling green leaves?

 Love for you is an idea, a belief, the kind of imagination, such as the morning mist on the lake, pervades the interpretation. Snow where Samuume stood proud, fragrant with. It is hidden in the depths of the years, the depths of the soul. It is doomed to a life time to chew on, to feel.

 Grateful to this feeling, it makes me a person does not feel lonely, I do not envy the youth in the roots of old, I know this Love will exhaust my life, since I'm still your gentle eyes, do not willing to listen to the second branch of love songs.

 The love, the same attitude I am willing to go to watch for the rest of their lives.

 Please forgive me calm water eyes and turned and was moved to tears the next, allow me to endless ebb and flow and remembered your name! We meet that day silent prayer, pray our love will always be a lovely spring world weather in April!