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倚欄聽風春花落，心碎像雨又像雲。古風悲調笛簫曲，淡詞飛舞詩相依。春夏交替，歲月流失，眨眼又是夏季，千年渾濁的黃河波浪里，是誰黯淡的目光、在尋覓？看不到流年相思，找不到甘甜記憶，岸邊那木船，不知遁跡哪裡？眼眸流盼之處的風景，早已經讓歲月腐蝕。對空長嘆、淚痕楚楚誰擦拭？一團惆悵千縷思、一曲離殤心無奈，把心碎摺疊起來，塵封到夢裡、捻花折月窺紅塵，愁緒萬千遺恨多。
漫步蒼涼醉三更，婆娑錯落凌亂影。曾經滄海踏逐浪，驀然回首擱淺傷。夏雨夜、風在吼，思緒狂亂，流年寂寞了滄桑，誰惹了我一夜彷徨？寸斷柔腸，欲隱藏，卻欲蓋彌彰，淚眼沁華裳。當愛轉身那刻起，知道、只有漫漫長夜相依。落寞如水，飲一杯，憨醉、方能夢回。醉悠悠，恨悠悠。把盞間，剎那芳華，便跌落在這萬丈紅塵中、何處再播種千年的期盼？洗一世情殃、聽雨憑詩苦澀念 沾墨淡賦淚做筆。
漫漫紅塵一條路，沿途心酸多少回。流年歲月不等人，霧流散蕩任西東。一翻風雨，一片愁思，掀起內心深處的那份平靜；一腔碎念，一生哀怨，淺吟低唱成悲曲。再回眸，卻隔斷了三千痴纏，生死相許，碎成一枕殘夢。一痕山水，一個轉身，山茫茫，水寂寂！紛擾的紅塵，牽絆的情愫，轉眼間便成永恆的遺忘、舞台華麗戲主題，黯然謝幕台上空。
紅塵陌上孑影游，相思苦眼夜更長。浮雲散盡終為空，一曲弦音醉逍遙。一篇日記、一絲神傷、歲月沉積着詩詞里的憂鬱，曾經痴愛的人，曾經相互囑託的關愛，在渺渺的時空中漸漸蒼老。千帆遠影，似乎只留下了一聲嘆息！各分東西，也似乎只留下了心頭的幽幽記憶！憑欄細語，闌珊思念、將成風中的琴簫一曲！化作影片里的花絮、淡定、褪盡昔日孜一人，風花雪月已轉身。
多情總被無情傷，淺墨渲染詩連篇。你笑你歌你翩躚，我嘆我淚我悲傷。紅塵里、你那婉約的風雅，伴隨你的最後的苦笑消失，曾經飄逸的我，將愛恨藏與雲煙深處，只剩下、滄桑的筆在詩歌里穿梭，攜着縷縷悲傷，撩起一簾幽夢，抖落着世俗的牽絆。靈魂伴隨年年的柳絮飛揚；歲歲遙痴月色，日日清露濕顏？做一個紅塵醉客，飲盡今生銷魂酒、讓此情枯萎在塵埃、憂說不盡、怨道不完、書寫惆悵千萬句，難盡心中斷腸詞。
In this way, the newspaper people will become less and less
Wu Yuchen
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.