1. The world of mortals is a noisy and desolate stage. We dress up as different roles and interpret the joys and sorrows of separation, birth and death. In the end, even I can't tell which paragraph is true and which is false. People who have played and sang all their lives and walked hand in hand have gone away with time. -Bai Luomei's "Meeting is like looking back on your life at first sight"
2. Writing is a hard work, especially the words that cost painstaking efforts and emotion, the process during the period, the fatigue experienced, and nowhere to talk. Writing is also a happy thing, sitting alone in a small window, with a cup of green tea, accompanied by ink, slowly do as the Romans do, and later, the heart is clean, the mountains and rivers have changed, and there is no fear. -Bai Luomei's "Meeting is like looking back on your life at first sight"
Samurai should ask death, hold high the dead and live, just like existentialism. Tatsu Yamashiro, pay attention to concise and lively strength beauty. When a soldier dies, he meets beauty at the moment of death, then abandons his life and walks with beauty. So Bushido is a kind of dead aesthetics, just like the beauty of falling flowers. -Li Dongjun's "The Moment of Falling Flowers"
Thousands of years of love and Chihiro are real and vague. In the clear moonlight, how many people's tears flowed into the Yangtze River, full of Jiang Chun's anxiety and speechless. Perhaps, some encounters in this world are doomed to be separated, but such a short encounter will make you believe that this time is forever, and then someone will spend a lifetime to recall and miss-the first sight of that flower. -Zeng Yaxian's "Flower Language is Poetry and Tears into Words"
In the eyes of people who are not optimistic by nature, "the future" is always too slim, and "the present" is just a moment, as if nothing exists, so only "the past" is the rock that can stand in this constantly flowing time. We must hold on to it to avoid the pain of drifting. "The past" is an artistic thing, because it is far away from us, and it has another ethereal beauty. It looks like a landscape, but it can't be seen at close range, but it has become a beautiful landscape from a distance. -Liang Yuchun's letter to a lovelorn.
6. Silent sobbing is much sadder than wailing. -Liang Yuchun's letter to a lovelorn.
7. Only when you really meet life, chew everything carefully with a broad understanding and find beauty in beautiful natural praise and defects; Or explain it in a way that makes this defect not annoying. This attitude can make us suffer the least pain in our life, and it is also a wonderful way to stop bleeding. -Liang Yuchun's Biography of Charles Lamb
8. Only those who are divorced from reality, live in the countryside, live a completely ivory tower life, or have their hearts locked in another world, will be faithful believers in literature, will take literature as the sole purpose of their lives, and will live in this obscure realm forever, and their souls have already left this world and rushed to their own dreamland. -Liang Yuchun's literature and life.
9. What ordinary people think of as an empty country is actually true for another class. -Liang Yuchun's literature and life.
10. to see the sun, for all his glory, all near dusk. -Liang Yuchun's "To a lovelorn person"
1 1. Who loves chrysanthemums? Who picked the chrysanthemums? How many people are there in the world? Face to face with the loess back to the sky, the famous officials and businessmen have nothing to do with chrysanthemums, and there is no chance. Only when you let go will you free up your hands to pick chrysanthemums; Only by giving up will you accept your love for chrysanthemums. -Xie's "Picking Chrysanthemums under the East Hedge"
12. Real life, sincere smile, sincere emotion and expression of true feelings. I don't have to hide the fact. Happiness, hope, success, laughter, set off waves of sunny days; Sadness, loss, pain, sadness, dripping misty rain. Ordinary, like me, guards the incomplete loneliness and blows on the towering cliff. Like an eagle with broken wings, eager to soar. Words save the soul; Maturity comes at a price. Nobody belongs to anyone, and nobody can hurt anyone. What about longing? What's wrong with the pain?
13. When the fluttering snowflakes are flying all over the sky, a song "Snow in Saibei, I Love You" echoes in my heart, and the lonely and cold winter becomes clean and lovely. Powder makeup, jade and white clothes explain the color of the world after snow. Because of my love for snow, I gradually fell in love with winter-an old tree with dead vines and a faint crow, which made the once miserable scene more romantic; The frozen earth is no longer silent, but also breeds infinite vitality; The smoke in the evening is no longer cold and cheerless, flowing and filled with endless love.
14. When we were young, we were eager to grow up quickly. We try our best to pretend to be mature, always thinking that when we grow up, we can be free and do whatever we want. I often sigh that the dead love is because we are too young. If we were more mature, would it be another result? Now, turning over the yellow photo album, I sigh again, how time flies, how time flies, and the ignorant little girl is now running for a living, and her face is getting old. The appearance of that year is gone, and those clear eyes and the heart without distractions can no longer be found.
15. The budding youth at that time was such a beautiful feeling. I always think about what you said for a long time, foolishly thinking that these words will only be said to me, and I often wonder if that scene on TV will be staged. We met by chance ... then I gradually realized that everything would deteriorate after a long time, and nothing is always beautiful, only wonderful moments. It's not that you and I have changed, but that all this can't stand the ravages of time.
16. The joy of harvest in the colorful season in England in autumn. It is said that autumn is the harvest season, but it is also the sowing season-sowing today's happiness, sowing the expectation for the coming year, sowing the vision for the future. ...
17. Keep a quiet time and be a selfish and happy person. Recall the flowing wind, the sky swept by the wings of birds; Climb over the smooth leaves to find bugs and relive the coolness. Love is self-evident, missing is the wings of a butterfly, dancing in Zhuang Zhou's dream; The heart of spring is entrusted to the cuckoo, who sings in the quiet valley every night. Tears, like beads, twinkle quietly in the moonlight. The smoky jade gas lingered in the warm sun for a long time. Lovely bluebird, where are you flying to? How can your attentive eyes ignore Liu Lang of Pengshan? Watch for happiness, and pray silently for people far away at every sunrise and sunset.
18. The winter night seems deeper and longer, and the biting cold seems to devour people, but I like this moment better. Perhaps only in this way can my thoughts be clearer and my impetuous heart be calm enough. Only in this way can I take off my disguise and see my true self!
19. I don't know whether Lei Lei yearned for the dream she once dreamed when she looked at these flowers, but Lei Lei's posture of leaning over to enjoy the flowers is still the whole world, and Qiuyang left her beautiful and dignified silhouette. At this time, the luster on the face seems to have a texture, and the whole person is as beautiful as being thrown into a painting.
20. In my imagination, the calligrapher should be an old man with a rosy face. He can carefully put all the ups and downs of decades into his memory, write his ignorance and serenity on his face, and melt his childhood sincerity and desire in the boundless space of black and white. Therefore, I hope I can experience tranquility and calmness from the elegant lines. Even if it is stormy ahead, I will stick to my corner of the world. I have my own snowy days, with sea and sky, sparkling clouds and shadows, misty clouds, gentle winds and drizzle, Tsinghua and Shui Mu; At the same time, keep a fiery heart that can be excited. Happy is happy. Get angry when you are angry, and live a real life.