Are there any sentences or articles about forgetting the Jianghu? urgent

Separated by a mountain and a water, you are my hometown that I can't go back to, and sit with me on both sides of time.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom there, and the sky is full of rosy clouds. Your smile is faint and calm, but I am still watching here, falling like rain, which proves that I have a clear smile.

Love is so prosperous and lonely.

Stand up, then sit down and know that there is only a cup of tea with you. The ending has already come to me, dormant in an April rain for ten minutes, perhaps not enough memories for a lifetime, but enough for these old people to go.

The sky in April is full of green glaze, and your porcelain skirt flutters with the wind. There is sunshine everywhere. You take one in your hand, put it in my hand and say, "I love you!" " "In short, I was right. Since then, I have been burdened with heavy shackles and every dream, knowing that there is no hope, but clinging to the only insistence, thinking that I can wait for you to become the most beautiful scenery after all.

If you can bet on youth, I have put all my chips on it, just waiting for you to draw a pai gow for nine days and ten places to show me the final victory or defeat. Who knows, you left halfway, your sleeves tilted with Changfeng, and you screwed up the gambling. There is no one sitting in the village. This card is like a peach blossom in March, scattered on the May Lake and scattered all over the lake.

So I re-examined fate to see how it wrote this story. As dusk falls, the clouds on the horizon become darker and darker. When people walk, tea is cool, and there is a bright moon. Depending on your back, I waded through, ten feet of red dust decorated you with gorgeous flowers, and thousands of hibiscus clothes clothed you with gorgeous clothes, but you didn't look back at all. In this way, I easily crossed the vicissitudes of life.

Open your palm, the sun is very thin, just as you promised. I love you so much, so I hope you can combine your tears with your promises and see your tenderness with eternity, but I didn't expect years to herald your smile. When the wind blows everywhere, I will kill a comeback in broken arrow and trap me in the danger of never turning over.

I didn't have the courage to cry when I was crazy, but I was conscious when I fell to the ground. I caught a glimpse of the sandstorm in Wan Li. Someone sank his wrist and dialed the cymbals, and wrote a line: "I forgot the Jianghu." Cinnabar is like blood, shocking.

Forget it, talk easy? At the edge of Yuyan Pavilion, you tied my heart with a blue silk sash, and the water in the south of the Yangtze River flooded your eyes. You have always been the source of my life, nourishing my dry eyes, softening my cold and hard heart scab, and forgetting you is better than forgetting myself.

But the night came as scheduled, and the winter wind in March replaced the fireworks. Looking around, I was the only one sitting at the huge dining table, empty and with a cold cup of tea.

I can't help forgetting it.

Ok, just leave like you, find a bluestone under the bodhi tree and watch the vicissitudes of life.

You have reached the other shore, with abundant water plants and peach blossoms in full bloom, which means it is raining, and there are also some concerns about the breeze. I can only get up and leave, but I still can't keep up with your footsteps. Actually, have I synchronized with you? The love of a cup of tea will last my whole life, and only the temperature of this cup of tea will change from warm to cold in an instant.

You raise your hand and put pen to paper, turn the hook and pick out the gobbledygook of youth. I am a weed you can't recognize, and a short line of words is quickly written and turned over by you. Once again, it may be many years before we can see it clearly, and it will be quietly rewritten by the broad and harmonious Wei Ti. It was so easy to splash ink at the beginning.

If memories can be drunk, the past can be a hangover. When I wake up, the sky is still sunny and the wind is still clear. After all, the two sides of time cannot cross Hangzhou with a reed. I know what you mean.

Needless to say, you can't be forgotten in Jianghu. You can drink in vicissitudes, eat in youth and do in life. After a thousand turns, I will quietly turn around and leave.