红颜青丝三千,生只为君留

作者:穆惜竹人气:286更新:2021-07-20 21:00:11

三月浪漫枝头,百花争鸣离别愁;春风吹拂 ,芳香漫全塘忆今年。迎着春风,沐着春雨,抚摸青丝三千丈 ,漫步于烟雨重楼 。抬头了望:“山还是那青山,楼还是那阁楼”.风住尘香花已尽,日晚倦梳头。物是人非事事休 ,欲语泪先流。可知否,三千青丝,三千苦愁 ,纵使是红颜玉碎,无怨无悔为君留 。
  看,那烟雨重楼;听 ,那杜鹃歌鸣 ,天气晴朗了,风也停了,不过花儿都已谢尽 ,化作尘泥。曾记否,依靠在你温暖的胸,多甜蜜;而今更多的是相思愁苦。红了枝头 ,绿了芭蕉 。泉水叮咛,流水私语,尤若“大珠小珠落玉盘”的琵琶鸣。思念深处 ,我忆君君忆我。待到山花浪漫时节,开一瓶香槟,品一口红色妖姬 ,思念的歌声忘不了余生的愁苦 。妖娆处只为君留,涴西沙,雁惊鸣 ,该与谁悦与谁说?古语虽有言:“两情若是久长时 ,又岂在朝朝暮暮 ”,三千青丝迎风飘扬,红颜玉碎只为君留。
  “迎面桃花别样红”,烟雨蒙蒙西湖桥头。漫步于西湖断桥,歌声伴凑于雷峰塔下 ,有白娘子的苦楚,有许仙的情殇 。湖水潺潺,波光粼粼 ,二月春风似剪刀,剪不断,理还断 。品着香茗 ,听着西湖柳堤的二胡曲;思念处,从相识到相爱直到相离,心丝丝的疼痛 ,十年的相伴,几世的红尘缘,红蜻蜓的妖艳 ,相逢为何要相离 ,牵挂两头,理不断的情丝红线,“心已死 ,泪也干,不堪回首魂亦牵。梦惊醒,不了情 ,往事如烟挥不去。亦虚亦实,亦爱亦恨,叶落无声花自残 。只道是 ,寻寻觅觅,冷冷清清,凄凄惨惨戚戚;却无奈 ,天长地久有时尽,此恨绵绵无绝期。”
  “尘满面,鬓如霜 ,生死两茫茫 ”,风住尘香花已尽 ,日晚倦梳头。物是人非事事休,欲语泪先流 。“曾经沧海难为水,除却巫山不是云。取次花丛懒回顾 ,半缘修道半缘君。”为何相爱的人却不能相守,为了红尘恩爱也经历了几世的苦难该与谁悦?青丝三千丈,苦愁三千斗 ,为何要与我相离;可知否,纵使是红颜玉碎,无怨无悔为君留 。离去的本应是我 ,你何必如此的绝情遗留我于世,没有你的日子,我的苦愁应与谁悦?没有你的世界 ,天空也暗淡无光;没有你的夜晚,辗转反侧无数次的失眠;没有你的温暖,我的心冰凉冰凉的。嘴唇不再红嫩 ,干枯 ,苦涩。你曾对我说:“纵使是粉身碎骨,我也要与你相守”,然而你做到了吗?而今你却抛下了我独留于世,为何你这么的狠心!难道你不知道我对你的情?月亮代表我的心 。而记忆里波光重叠着波光 ,倒影重叠着倒影,唯独有你我再能够生活的无忧无虑。
  听说金华郊外的双溪,正是春光明媚 ,游人如织的时刻,也想前去泛舟。只是担心双溪的小船,载不动我心中的许多愁啊!我不需要太多的金钱 ,我更不需要富裕的生活;纵使是萝卜青菜,有你相伴此生我也无怨无悔 。我要的是精神上的支持,我要的是平淡的生活 ,我要的是与你一生相守 。纵使是死,我们也要一起步入黄泉路渡过奈何桥。你走了,剩下的日子你叫我如何去生活?孤零零的一个人 ,你为我留下的只有寂寞、孤独。难道你就如此狠心 ,难道你不知道“红颜青丝三千,生只为君留 ”吗?纵使余生再完美,没有你的分享 ,这也不过是一段残缺的记忆 。
  天边的红日已经高升,却懒得梳妆。百花争鸣的季节,原本可以一起去踏青 ,可是你不在了。孤零零的一人独步在公园、桥头 。你留给我的只有记忆在心头烂漫。你曾对我说:“今生不管风风雨雨,我都要陪伴你走遍神州大地”,但是你做到了吗?你知道吗,再好的誓言到头来也不过是一张白纸。看漫天星辰 ,你叫我怎么不去思念?满世界都是你的影子,一闪一闪;星辰再美好,那也不过是一瞬间 ,唯独只有对你的思念沉入了骨髓,心很疼很疼 。
  转眼春去秋来,园中葵及万物经历了春生 、夏长 ,到了秋天 ,它们成熟了,昔日奕奕生辉的叶子变得焦黄枯萎,丧失了活力。站在你的墓碑前 ,我仿佛又回到了以前的日子。抚摸着墓碑上的瘢痕,我的心丝丝的疼痛,不知君在此度过了多少个春秋 ,我知道我们再也回不到过去 。今年的清明节,唯独在你的墓碑前再放着一束山茶花,这是我们爱情的见证!你留给我的唯独只有思念 ,思念更深,仰望天空,尘满面 ,鬓如霜,红颜青丝三千,生只为君留。

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英译版本:

March romantic branches, hundreds of flowers are born; the spring breeze blows, the aromat is full of full swords. Welcome the spring breeze, move the spring rain, and stroked the three thousand feet of the blue silk and stroll through the smoke rain building. Looking up: "The mountain is also the Qingshan, the building is still the attic." Wind, dust, flowers, day, tired hair. The thing is nothing to do, tears tears. It is known whether it is, three thousand blue silk, three thousand bitter, even if it is a red and jade, no regrets are Jun.
Look, the smoke rain building; listening, the Du Fu song, the weather is sunny, the wind is also stopped, but the flowers have been thankful. Once I rely, rely on your warm chest, more sweet; and now more is a bitter. Red branches, green banana. The spring water is ignorant, the water is ignorant, especially the "Dazhu Xiaoshu Down Yuyu". I miss the depths, I still recall me. Waiting to go to the romantic season of the mountain, open a bottle of champagne, a red enchantress, miss the song can't forget the buddy. The enchanting is only for the Jun stayed, and the Xisha, geese is surprised. Who is it? Although the ancient language is said: "If the two love is long, he is in the DPRK," three thousand milk flutter, and the redness is only a Jun.
"Warm Walnuts], smoky rain, Montenegro, bridgehead. Strolling in the West Lake Brochway, the song is accompanied by the Leifeng Tower, there is a white lady's bitterness, and there is Xu Xian's feelings. The lake is flowing, the sparkling, the spring breeze is like scissors, cut, and it is broken. With the fragrant, listened to the two hops of the West Lake Wall; the thoughts, from each other, the pain of the heart, the pain of the heart, the ten years of accompanied, the beautiful red dust, the brother's fascinating, why Search, hold two heads, constantly the red line, "the heart is dead, tears are dry, not to return to the first soul, also hold. Dream awake, no love, the past is not going to smoke. It is also true, but also love is also hated. The leaves were unless. They were only, looking for 觅, cold and clear, miserable; but helpless, there was a long time, this hate is not under the stipulations. "
" Dust face, 鬓 like frost, life and death Two vast, wind, dust, flowers, day, tired, hair. The thing is nothing to do, tears tears. "Once the sea is difficult for the water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the flowers lazy review, half-edge monk, half-edge." Why can't love it, for the sake of red, love, who is gone? Three thousand feet in the blue silk, bitter, three thousand fights, why should I be separated from me; I know, even if it is a red and jade, no regrets are Jun. The book should be me, why have you been so unfold from me, noWho should my bitter? Without your world, the sky is also dim. It is not light. Without your night, there are countless insomnia in the opposite side; without your warmth, my heart is cold. The lips are no longer red, dry, bitter. You have said to me: "Even if it is a powder, I have to keep with you, how have you done? And now you throw me, why do you worry about you! Don't you know what I am for you? the moon represents my heart. And the wave light in memory overlaps the wave, and the reflection overlaps the reflection, and only you can live carelessly.
I heard that Shuangxi outside Jinhua is the moment of spring and bright, and wants to go to the boat. Just worry about Shuangxi's boat, there is a lot of 愁 愁 in my heart! I don't need too much money, I don't need wealthy life; even if it is a radish green, I have no regrets with you. What I want is spiritual support, I want is a flat life, I want it to stay with you. Even if it is dead, we must go into Huangquan Road to cross the bridge together. You are gone, the rest of the day, do you call me how to live? One person with alone, you have only lonely, loneliness. Don't you be so worried, don't you know that "3,000 red silk silk, is only a junior"? Even if the rest is perfect, there is no sharing, this is just a bad memory.
The red sun in the sky has been high, but it is too lazy to dress up. The season of the flowers, I can you have to go together, but you are not there. One person alone is in the park, bridgehead. Only memory you have left to me is getting angry. You have said to me: "I have to accompany you from the land of China, but have you done it? Do you know, a good oath is just a white paper. Seeing the star, do you call me? The world is your shadow, a flash of flashes; the stars are beautiful, but it is just a moment, only the thoughts of you will sink into the bone marrow, and the heart hurts.
Going to the autumn, the park is sunflower and everything experienced spring students, summer long, in autumn, they mature, the leaves of the past, the leaves, the leaves, became caught, lost their vitality. I stood in front of your tombstone, I seem to have returned to my previous days. Stroke the scar on the tombstone, my heart's pain, I don't know how many spring and autumn, I know that we will never go back. This year's Ching Ming Festival, only in front of your tombstone, then put a bunch of mountain tea,This is the testimony of our love! The only thoughts left to me, miss more, look up to the sky, the dust is full, like a frost, the red briers, three thousand, born only for Jun.
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