In other words, if you have a secular life, you will be stranded with that unforgettable miss and no longer indulge in your personal feelings. This is a bitter whisper in the ambiguous relationship between infatuated men and women.
This word is also a word created by American online literature, just a mash-up.
Most people don't know much about it, so don't write a composition, and formal articles are not very common. Otherwise, the teacher's low score will be bad.
Get one's hands on a floating life, and stay there.
The vast gray sky is not too cold, with a faint sunset loneliness and coolness. Memories of the wound gradually healed, once the lush years bid farewell to you and me. Reading and not reading will eventually become the past; Give up and give up, still lonely.
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"In the end, things will change."
There is no wind in the street.
The city is bright and noisy.
In this season, the sun is no longer warm, such as the footsteps in the world are no longer idle, the dust is always raised in the air, and everything is quiet and strange.
After the glitz, there is nowhere to escape. Maybe this is life.
Walking alone in the vastness of time, how much melancholy, how much sadness, lingering thoughts, scattered into residual red everywhere, flying in the secular dust, so accompanied by pure white years buried in the torrent of years, was taken away by ruthless brushes.
Turn around, watch the petals whisper, and listen to the fallen leaves sing poems. Remember, at that time, I wrote down your warmth with the time when a flower bloomed. Finally understand that there are no fairy tales in this world.
Watching the golden ginkgo garden dancing in the air and drinking the thick soup cooked with memories, I thought I would spend my whole life looking at those beautiful scenery. Therefore, in my heart, the softness of that corner has always been reluctant to touch. For you, for me, I didn't say anything at first.
Perhaps, there are too many passers-by in life, too many passing clouds, and finally bid farewell to the origin of the old times. At this point, I suddenly realized that everything really can't go back. Life is always like this. When you come to the end, you will understand that the best thing is the process, not the result. Precipitated complex, wet memories of youth still let us learn to be sad, learn to be brave and learn to smile.
The autumn wind messed up my hair. The stars dispersed and a street stopped. Some things still choose to fall. And I can only sit alone in a corner, counting the sadness left by the years. The continuous clouds brushed away the pale and thin leaves on earth, whirled down, jumped out of one last dance, ended this life and began to move towards the next reincarnation.
The cloud passed by, cut off a glow and put it in the depths. Remember how many memories, beautiful or broken. Always tell yourself, treat yourself well, always be careful, afraid of hurting yourself, and fate will not escape after all.
A sad song, a moment of parting, but the world of mortals is like smoke, prosperous as a dream. The dark clouds in the dark sky shed a few tears, and love finally turned into ruins.
Through misty rain and red dust,
Time has passed,
You will eventually become my vicissitudes of life.
"Let me, slowly forget"
In the afternoon, lying on a bench on the lawn.
Looking up at the Ferris wheel, you can't see happiness. Looking for a four-leaf clover, but there is no trace.
Thin youth, I have been unable to meet my future.
I haven't left a word because I'm busy in recent days. Looking at those words with faint sadness, I suddenly felt a little trance.
After drinking coke, I am used to putting the pull ring into the can, hoping that the pull ring and the can can be together for a long time. Actually, I'm looking forward to doing the same for myself.
Some thoughts in the depths of time, walking through the clouds and water, are hidden in the afternoon sun shadow.
I think, in the memory of the world, your eyes are the imprint of previous lives, which always reminds me.
Finger lightly across the sky of fate, touching the heaven of my soul. Comfortable time slipped through my fingers. If I can, I would like to spend my life in such a quiet time, so that the mountains and rivers can be safe and the years can pass quietly without tears and injuries. Just to quietly enjoy the happiness in the plain, and the faint ink fragrance you can give.
In this way, I have been waiting quietly, waiting for someone to pick up my sadness, waiting for someone to take my hand, waiting for someone to take me to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River that is out of the secular world. No bustling scenery, no noisy crowd, no calm, I have ended my life.
Xiao Ran is right: we are born after 80s. Prosperity likes desolation. Like lively and lonely ... it is a combination of contradiction and complexity. But there is no post-90 s impetuous post-70 s reality. So quiet but unwilling to live on the edge of the city.
Clouds like cotton candy float quietly, and the wind blows a little. The prosperity of a season withers in the autumn wind, far away from the romantic, vaguely lingering. Standing outside of time, I hope I can be an uncontested woman, as always plain and calm.
The lingering thoughts spread silently in my heart again and again. Perhaps, in this life, I am a woman in born to love. Destined to make love a disaster in this life. Close your eyes and let the wind blow away your thoughts.
Love hurts, wears autumn water, flowers bloom a few times, and incense a few times.
Fallen and prosperous, withered in the wind with the past.
Sit quietly in this quiet corner, please let me forget it slowly.
"I can't do anything in this situation."
At dusk, the flowers break into pieces.
Walking in the forest, the red maple can't hide its bleak heart.
Shallow blue, leisurely clouds, falling into smiling eyes, filled with a little beauty.
The phoenix tree on the street corner has fallen leaves, and you quietly leave like a flying kite.
The four seasons cycle, so does missing. Those trifles of youth are like water in a blink of an eye. Shallow words, lingering from time to time, become tender feelings like water. Pain, love, hate, laugh and be happy!
For a long time, safely in the faded shadow of the sun, our feelings were engraved at dusk.
On the subway, I watched the passengers around me stop and go, standing and sitting. In the end, everyone became passers-by. Suddenly, I hope that if there is no end, no end, I will keep going.
Black ink, sending out my acacia. I have been trying to make myself smile happily and keep smiling, but after all, the smile [/url] is still so far-fetched and stiff. For many, many years, I was so lonely.
Broken time is unforgettable. Those diaries in the past were full of promises, vows and agreements ... but I still didn't want to delete them, so I carefully collected them. I have to admit that this is an eternal pain and disappointment.
In the evening, solo. The pure white years, drifting into a fallen leaf in late autumn, are weak and swaying. Eye socket, there will still be fog dispersion. Some fragments are flying in the air and then slowly disappear. I think, if: we didn't meet at that birthday party; If I hadn't looked back for you then; Whether, there will be this past blowing in the wind? Will you still look at your thoughts from a distance?
Flashy life, forget a season, the heart began to lose balance, slowly sinking. Memories, tears, laughter and sadness. It turns out that we used to be together so much. Face the sky, open your palms and put down what you have been holding. Then smile and turn away. From then on, the road leads to the road, the bridge leads to the bridge, and each has his own life.
The sun has set, no matter how beautiful the dusk is, it will eventually enter a lonely night. There are fewer pedestrians and vehicles in the street, and tranquility replaces noise.
In a hurry,
This feeling has become a memory,
Only, helpless, don't read.
"Tianya, silently read Ann"
Midnight, slightly cool.
On the curtain, by candlelight, it's hard to send. Who misses the past?
At the beginning of the neon, the smell of floating for a day slowly calmed down. The lights were flashing, which was the best time we had.
Being with you caught me off guard and made me involuntarily sink. A large sparse state of mind, tangled and tangled, can not sort out Enron.
On the way to England, I walked alone in a lonely world, wading through the world of mortals alone, shuttling through the center of the city, crossing the sea of tears and the sad and sleepless scenery. Looking at the clouds, there is no end to the world.
Mourning is always there. Accustomed to loneliness, accustomed to let time pass everything.
At this moment, under the empty night, there is gorgeous sadness. Looking up, the stars are falling, and the tears are silent. This love is like a fantasy, bright, grand and rich. I don't know, whose expectation and dream is that twinkling starlight?
On strangers, cigarettes are cold. For several seasons. Shaking time, shaking clock, I don't know the loss of time. I dragged the skirt of the years and wandered under the lamp. Suddenly I turned around and couldn't see myself clearly.
Those people, slowly disappeared;
So what? Kissing? Do you like to play?
Fate is over, fate is gone, and everything can't go back! Close the webpage. Turn off an empty heart. This empty city has been immersed in fleeting time. There is no shore that cannot be returned.
Love the dust and turn it into a distant mountain.
The vast sea of people, who will stay for me?
Put it down, forget it, put it down!
Fireworks. Decadent landing.
The world is silent. Nianan.
Leave a person's hand, that is, people use "get their hands on" to divide their own interests, but also to intervene in something.
Basic explanation
1. Classic Zuo Zhuan: Zheng invited the minister to eat soft-shelled turtle, but deliberately did not give Zi Gong (Zi Gong, Zheng Qi). Zigong was very angry, so he dipped his finger in some soup, tasted it and left.
In a rage, Zi Gong got Ding and tasted it. -"Zuo Zhuan Gong Xuan Four Years"
2. Later, it was a metaphor to intervene in order to obtain undeserved benefits.
detailed description
1. "Zuo Zhuan Gong Xuan Four Years": "Chu people dedicated to Zheng." . Zi Song (Zi Gong) and his son's family will meet, and Zi Gong moves his forefinger to show his family, saying,' If I do this one day, I will taste strange odor.' ..... and eat doctor catfish, named Zi He Ye. In a rage, Zi Gong got Ding and tasted it. "This refers to the finger dipped in the tripod, and then use it as an allusion. Generally refers to tasting a certain food. Tang Bai Juyi's poem "Answering Huangfu Shirang's Remembrance of Mid-Autumn Wine" said: "Before pouring towels, you should get them." Qing Jin Ren Ruishi's "Taoism sends people to send sauce and vinegar": "The greedy son gets the back first, and the old man only keeps my eyebrows."
2. Metaphor benefit sharing. More refers to taking non-profit points. In the Ming Dynasty, Tao Zongyi wrote "On Qin and Shu when Abandoning Farming": "The theory of husband's sufficiency began in Kuai Tong. But generally speaking, Han Xin is still one of China people. The three countries sometimes say yes, then Xian Di has no hope of re-dyeing her fingers. " The Qing Dynasty anonymously wrote the Agreement of National subjugation and Hatred of the Rich: "These three Koreas are a piece of land, and the Russians have long wanted to get their hands on them." Sun Yat-sen's party member Must Promote Revolutionism: "All the happiness rights in Guangxi are only enjoyed by one person, one family and one faction, and Guangxi compatriots can't get their hands on them."
3. Metaphorically participate in doing something. Song Sushi's "Er Yun Shui Gong": "A master learns painting and uses a pen naturally ... Dan Qing is an puppet show, and he first tasted it." Ming Xue Gang's Notes on Tianjue Hall: "The seven-character law is strict, the law and discipline are perfect, the tone is loud, and it is not easy to get your hands on it." Preface of Qian Qing and Qian Yi: "I am an empty door, and I can't get my hands on my temperament." Zhu Ziqing's Preface: "As for drama, I never dared to get my hands on it. I have written many essays. "
Ancient book allusions
1, Historical Records Zheng
Twenty-two years, Zheng Miaogong died, and Zizi became Gong Ling. In the spring of 200 A.D., the State of Chu presented Yun to Gong Ling. Zi Jia and Zi Gong would face each other. When Zi Gong moved his forefinger, he said that Zi Jia said, "If you move your finger, you will eat foreign things." When I went in, I saw Gong Ling eating soup. Zi Gong smiled and said, "Sure enough!" Gong Ling asked him why he was laughing, so he told Gong Ling. Gong Ling called it and gave it to him alone. Zi Gong got angry, dyed his finger and tasted it. Public anger, want to kill the child. Son first. Xia, kill the spirit. Zheng people want to set up a spiritual brother to get rid of the disease, and they say, "Be virtuous and get rid of the disease." If you must be smooth, then your son will become stronger. "Strong, mentally and ordinary brother, is a sick brother. Therefore, Li Zijian was established for the benefit of Xianggong.
2. "Zuo Zhuan Gong Xuan Four Years"
Zhai Chu people dedicated this huge catfish to Zheng. Son Song and his family will meet. Zi Gong showed his forefinger to his family and said, "One day I will taste a strange smell when I do this." As soon as he enters, Zaifu will solve the problem and smile at each other. Ask the public, the son will sue, the doctor will eat, and the son will be blessed. When Zigong got angry, Liang pointed to the tripod and took a bite. Public anger, want to kill the child. Son first. Zi Jia said, "You old beast, but you still dare not kill it. What is the situation? " For the son family, the son family is afraid and embarrassed. Xia, kill the spirit. The book says: "Zheng Gongzi came back from the dead to kill the king." Lack of motivation. The gentleman said, "Different people have different opinions, and the wise have different opinions." Anyone who kills a gentleman is called a gentleman, and he has no way; Being a vassal is also a vassal's crime.
Jinwen translation
One day, Song's son Zheng and Song's son went to see Zheng. Song, the son who was about to enter the palace gate, suddenly stopped, raised his right hand and said to his son with a smile, "Look!" Zi Jia looked at Gong Zi's hand inexplicably and saw his forefinger move. He shook his head and held out his right hand, but moved his index finger and said, "Who wouldn't!" " Son Song laughed and said, "Do you think I shocked my forefinger?"
Don't! This itself is moving. Look carefully if you don't believe me! "Zi zi home carefully observe for a while, and then moved his index finger. Sure enough, the jitter of Gongzi's index finger is different from his own. Zige proudly shook his head and said, "It seems that there is something delicious waiting for us today! In the past, as long as your index finger moved, you could always taste novel delicacies!
Zijia is skeptical. When they entered the palace, they found that the cook was cutting a cooked turtle into pieces. This turtle is very big and was given to Zheng by the Chu people. Zheng saw that the turtle was very big and could be eaten by many people, so he decided to give it to the doctors. My son couldn't help but give his son Song a thumbs-up sign. Childe song smiled and shook his head. Seeing that they were so unruly, Zheng frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?" Zijia told this story just outside the palace gate. Zheng listened and said vaguely, "Oh, is it really so effective?" I won't say anything more.
After a while, the doctor came. Chinemys reevesii, which was cut into pieces, was put into a tripod (a bronze cooker used to cook food at that time) and put into a basin by a cook. It was first given to Zheng and then to the doctor. Zheng Xian tasted it and praised it: "It tastes good!" I ordered someone to give me a tripod of soup, like a pair, from the next table to the next table. Just arrived at Block 1 or 2, there is only one pot left. But there is not a turtle. Gong Ling said, "Give it to your son's family." Before Zaf brought Tang back to life. When they arrived, everyone ate with relish. However, Song Gongzi just sat there. It turned out that there was nothing on the console table in front of him
Childe song embarrassed, face red and white. He looked at Zheng, who was eating soundly and joking with the doctors. He didn't seem to notice him at all. He looked at Zijia again and saw Zijia in a hurry to eat, making faces at him. Childe song was more than I could bear, suddenly stood up, walked to the front of the cauldron, dipped his finger, tasted it, and then swaggered out. Gong Ling was so angry that the stadium was in chaos. This is another story, don't mention it. And the word "get your hands on" comes from this.
Floating words
Explain life basically.
explain
meaning
Life, the ancient school of Laozi and Zhuangzi thought that life was empty and uncertain, so it was called floating life.
The source "Zhuangzi Waipian Deliberate XV": "If it is born, it will die."
original text
Therefore, the husband is cold and lonely, doing nothing. The world is peaceful and moral. So it's easy for saints to rest. Calm and quiet. If you are simply indifferent, you can't worry, evil spirits can't attack, and your morality is complete and God doesn't lose. Therefore, the life of a saint is heaven, and death is materialization. Static and yin are concentric, while dynamic and yang are in the same wave. First it's not a blessing, first it's not a curse. I feel like I have to follow, force myself to walk, and force myself to get up. Know the past, never forget the future, and avoid justice. So there is no natural disaster, no material fatigue, no blame, no ghost responsibility. If his life is floating, if his death is still. No thoughts, no plans. The light is not shining, but the faith is unexpected. He sleeps without dreaming, and he feels carefree. Its god is pure, but its soul will not stop. Nothing is indifferent, but in harmony with the sky. Therefore: those who are sad and happy are both virtuous and evil; Those who are angry are also guilty; He who likes evil loses his virtue. Therefore, the heart is not worried, and the morality is also; Constant, quiet to also; Nothing to worry about, nothing to do; If you don't communicate with things, it will be light; There is nothing against it, it is the essence. Therefore, endless work is harmful, and intensive use is exhausting. The nature of water is clear if it is not mixed, and flat if it is not moved; If it doesn't flow, it will be closed, and it can't be clear; The image of heaven's virtue is also. Therefore, it is said: clear but not miscellaneous, static and unchanged, light and inaction, moving and walking in the sky, which is also the way to nourish the mind.
example
Su Shi's Partridge Sky: "The forest breaks the mountain, the bamboo hides the wall, and the cicada rots the grass. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. It rained very late last night and it was very cold. " .
Li Bai's Preface to Brothers' Spring Banquet in Peach Blossom Garden: "The husband of heaven and earth is the inverse of everything; Time flies, and a hundred generations fly by. And floating life is like a dream, for the joy of geometry. "
Chemical noun
Overgrowth, a regular combination between heterogeneous crystals. It is formed by one crystal adhering to the surface of another crystal according to a certain orientation relationship. For example, rutile floats on the {000 1} surface mesh of hematite with {1} surface mesh, and the [0 1 [TX-] 1] of rutile is perpendicular to the horizontal crystal axis of hematite. The appearance of floating is mainly due to the fact that the two crystals have some similar surface networks.
Floating life (two songs)
Song luyou
One is that the floating life is really a postal kiosk, and the short temple is lost in a hurry. You don't know the strength of sadness until you sleep less, and you will sigh that the drug is ineffective when the disease gets worse. Making a living is like meeting an autumn swallow, but visiting the old and forgetting the stars. If you laugh at yourself to suppress this hatred, you will pour a few more bottles after the talk.
Second, the floating life is 60 years old, and Baisi has given up on himself; Book addiction alone is still the same as the year of the total angle. Cross the side of the rice and recite short notes. Don't be silly, your son Cao attended the meeting and was handed down.
Yamato-e
The floating world is like running water, running east day and night. Dream for a hundred years, but not forever. The bluebird comes out of the cloud, and the bronze camel lies on the spine. Meeting each other is just a glass of wine, which makes me remember nothing.