The small flame flashes with golden light, hiding the enchanting blue. The dandelions flying in the vast sky carry hope and float towards unknown directions. There is also that undecided, beautiful little hope. That will be a secret that cannot be told in our hearts.

Some wounds will slowly heal over time, and some grievances will be relieved after they have been dealt with and figured out. Some pains have been endured and become a habit after the pain has passed. However, in many lonely and lonely moments, it came back to my heart again. In fact, some words hidden deep in my heart are not deliberately concealed. I am afraid that once I say them, it will be an eternal mistake. You know, not all pain can be cried out.

If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan? Nalan's thoughts were like words about drinking water, a bit of sadness, a bit of helplessness, and the lingering sound of sadness lingered on his short and shining life for a long time. Tonight in the Red Mansion, heaven and earth are as sad as each other. It's all sorrow, always sorrow. Drinking wine relieves sorrow, adding sorrow to sorrow. The secret in your heart can only become an eternal memory.

That delicate figure, that sweet voice, that unforgettable past. A pair of people from one generation to another in their lifetime, competing for two ecstasies. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? I feel sad for spring and sad for autumn. I look forward to the rapid changes in the world, but feel helpless at my own helplessness.

I see that man every day and miss the figure next to him every night. Every day I feel the reincarnation of everything in the world, which ruthlessly tramples on human dignity, human hope, and human destiny. He couldn't speak, couldn't say anything. People's words are terrible, and they can be poison that kills people without being visible.

That is a secret that cannot be told. That is a memory hidden in the abyss, so let it go with the wind. Then let death take away the sadness that this world cannot tolerate, and let that past be sealed forever. Let the secret that cannot be told be forgotten.

At dusk in the creek pavilion, among the lotuses on the boat, strong wine is hard to drink away, red flowers and green leaves, begonias are at their peak, it is the most happy time for a beautiful woman.

Desolate and deserted, the west wind blows behind the curtains, the ground is covered with yellow flowers, the parasol trees drizzle, and the sorrow of lovesickness and separation fills my eyebrows and my heart.

She was writing poetry in the pavilion, watching the wind rustling outside the window and blowing the fallen leaves all over the ground. When looking out, there are few people in the distance, and when I raise my head, I can hardly see my husband returning. When I heard it, time had passed, things and people had changed, Yin and Yang were separated, and my face was filled with tears. When people were displaced and moved south, when the whole country wailed, they were filled with emotions. It is difficult to describe the pain in just a few words.

Even though her talent astonishes the world, even though her thoughts make scholars admire her, even though she is different, at her core she is no different from any other woman. There is a home, happiness, a stable life, and support. But of course, when I sincerely tried to start another love, I lost everything I had. How can she continue in such a world with nothing? No one would understand the loneliness in her heart, and all this would become an unspeakable secret.

Everyone has a secret in their heart that cannot be told. Maybe I really want to forget it, I really want to get rid of it. However, its stubborn temper kept it floating in my mind for a long time. Occasionally, I think of it.

Fireworks will not let people understand how warm the dust they turn into is. They would rather leave a cold illusion and a broken place. If you mourn, you can mourn it, but you can't change its persistence. The mind should be as calm as water, as quiet as the loneliness of the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng spending the rest of his life.

It will be slightly sad and exist lightly. Humans are animals that know how to remember, and loneliness is caused by loss. However, many things were just normal at that time.