Yu Gui Lyrical Prose 1
You are outside of me, turning into a white cloud and letting you come and go. I am by your side, you are on this side of me, standing in the wind and rain, as calm as a mountain, unmoving in my heart, seeing you like this, I have no regrets.
In countless romantic dreams, the little fragments swaying in the wind continue to piece together your picturesque eyebrows in my mind. There is always a smile in the corners of your lowered eyes, and the fragrance of flowers blows through the corners of your elegant clothes. Light years here, we are intoxicated by looking at each other, a trace of charm, and we will indulge in it for a lifetime.
If all kinds of flying smoke had not passed by, in this life, how could I have found you in the vast world, how could I have asked to meet you with my obsession. If I had not waited in vain for the sea to dry up and the stone to fall apart, and every inch of your face and eyes looked like a familiar side of me, how could I have promised to grow old together with you?
Rising with the sun, withering with the flowers, I spilled a glass of wine and took advantage of the time, got drunk with you under the moon, and rushed to the end of the world morning and evening.
Even though the world is vast and the road is thousands of miles long, I am alone, until I see the flowers in the forest blooming in spring, and you crash into my eyes.
The wishful thinking coincides with cause and effect. You and I have a hasty reunion, and the stars in the dome are twinkling. When we were leaving that year, you looked like this, holding my hand and taking over the handwritten calligraphy written with tears, then turned around and walked away free and easy.
At the end of Qingping, the wind and dew are whirling, whoever is willing to make mistakes will make mistakes. During a separation, your white clothes are as old as before, but your eyes dodge. Maybe I think too much, don’t want to let go of everything related to you, care too much about the blessings and misfortunes of your being alone, and the promise of staying together after waiting for too long.
You are still dressed in white, but you are no longer a simple young man who has not experienced the world deeply. Your eyebrows are still the same, but you have the perseverance and determination after a lot of hardships. I am not a son, I am not a son? Just as I am, my appearance has changed, my character has changed, and everything has been in vain.
After waiting infatuatedly for several years, my tears condensed into lines of poetry, printed in the chapters of the years. There was still a warm light in your eyes, and I suddenly lost my panic. The love that suddenly reappeared swept through the vicissitudes of life and broke into my chest like a tide.
You are my destiny. I am obsessed with loving you. Your appearance makes it impossible for me to escape. I don’t seek glory or wealth. As long as you love me, it doesn’t matter if the world collapses. I just want my hands to be held by you, and I can slowly wait for my black hair to turn into white hair with you, and go forward happily.
This life is you, then in the next life, and in the next life, everything I think will be you. Love is to be at peace with you, love is to be fulfilled in the dark, love is to join hands with you to watch the wind blow and the flowers to fall, and to taste the joy and sorrow.
If there is a next life, I will still find you in the world, and accompany you to revisit the old mountains and rivers, and I will never give up. I will never let go of your hand again, letting you wander in the sea of ??clouds and wander to a place of no return.
The world is complicated, prosperous and lonely. Holding my son's hand, I and my son will return. Lyrical Prose by Yu Gui 2
She said, today there is no thunder in the wake of insects.
The spring thunder sounds, and the stings are awakened. The thunder has not moved, nor can it wake up the little insects huddled underground. Are you and I the ones who refuse to wake up from their dreams?
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It is still cold, there are no colorful flowers, and no grass has turned green. Spring in the north always comes late. Perhaps as she said, the scenery is always better elsewhere. My hometown, my north, is still snowing. It is waiting for the arrival of a spring breeze, which will warm the yellow color of the willows and awaken the fragrance of the grass. But I still love your place with distinct seasons, because I am used to waiting for you, and the flowers bloom slowly and long.
It’s just this peasant proverb Xiaoling, I’m afraid the times have changed. The swallow came in eight or nine. Now, under the tile cliff of the farmhouse, it has not found new mud and has no return date. Could it be that he was resting on the way to migration? Wait a little later in the most beautiful season, waiting for someone to return with the most beautiful face, brewing a world of old swallows holding mud and spring flowers blooming.
At this time, an old friend sent an email and arranged background music; birds and fish; I am a fish and you are a bird. If you hadn’t stalled and wandered again and again, and if I hadn’t looked and paid attention to you every time, Where does this unfavorable attachment and love come from? You are a bird that can perch everywhere, and I am a fish that has lost its body temperature.
How can the flowers of spring know the fruits of autumn... How can the old songs that are played in single loops regurgitate the sorrow of years of separation? Even if something touches my heart by accident.
I remember reading a passage by a young funeral beautician a few days ago. She said: When I was sorting out the faces of the deceased in the morning, my next step was to delete the memories imprinted in my mind. Therefore, she never remembers bad things. That story of birds and fish is just stranded in the rivers and lakes. Perhaps the best ending in life is for us to meet again on the sunny sea with a smile. Then, with a smile, it turns out that the world can be so wonderful without having to grow old. Is this also a way of letting go of grudges with a smile? A simple mind and a clear mind are the best. We are on our way to it, hopefully just in time. Yu Gui Lyrical Prose 3
The smoke of the past is scattered on the troubled road; the full thoughts are scattered on the lonely river. Returning to the starting point of the dream, time flies by like the wind, whispering a long picture, I am here, you are there. .
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Standing on tiptoe of fate, I passed through the fleeting years of love and hate. The fleeting time brought me to the edge of the season, and I looked at myself now. Becoming more and more unfamiliar, I dare not look at the melancholy eyes, and I dare not chase you and me in the story.
One day, just when you turned around, it began to rain lightly. I stayed in the misty world, savoring the fragrant sadness. The crystal raindrops stole the remaining illusion from me. Let the idle thoughts envelope and release, the past years always appear gently in the sentimental dreams, making people unable to help themselves. .
So, I began to look for that old story, how reluctant to let go, how helpless, how incredible, even though I know that the old time is just like the sentence "Time is not old, we are not old" In the feeling of never leaving, each other has been forgotten.
The rainy sky is always a little lonely, which inexplicably adds a bit of melancholy in my heart. The cold raindrops sing softly on my fingertips, repeating that unspeakable emotion. From then on, my The world is full of moisture. .
Staying in such a season, carefully folding the time, suddenly found that it is full of scenery that I have ignored before, sad and lonely, interpreting a person's joys and sorrows, so tired, It's so heartbreaking.
The memory of the once silent branches is guarded by the breeze like this. How much persistence and carelessness have gone away. I don’t know who has taken away the time in the story, but what is left behind is always intriguing. The faint fragrance of it flows in and out of my mind, flickering.
The rain, filled with waiting sadness, surged in the dense air and wandered on my face. In this way, I was firmly imprisoned by that brief encounter and could not escape the blur of dreams. From beginning to end it is just one person's imagination.
Suddenly I feel that everyone in the world of mortals lives in a hurry, the direction of time, wandering without thoughts, that absurd youth will one day end in the depths of memory, because we have not left On the same latitude, it is always a misplaced encounter.
If we say that we have missed it in time, how should we outline the long picture scroll? However, day after day, year after year, we drift with the tide, and we can no longer find anything, the monotonous color, Spreading freely in the world.
The rain fell quietly, whispering sadly as it came and went. The dim lights of the years lingered on the lonely road, slightly cool, inhabiting the flowers of the years, beautiful and hard to touch.
I have imagined countless times what the scene would have been like if we had never met. Maybe there wouldn’t be too much to let go of, and I recited it silently over and over again in the sad wind.
Walking by, passing by, you will still miss it in the end. Waiting for the sunshine to come slowly, everything in the past will be returned to time, lingering in the green years again, leaving an open heart and letting go. Loneliness is slowly carried, without thinking about the speed of time, just hoping that there will be no regrets about this encounter.
It is said that youth is a bright sadness. Maybe by that time, when we look through the scrolls of time, we will be just duckweeds. The worldly scenery has been seen through, leaving behind a long stream of water for people to ponder... Lyrical Prose by Yu Gui 4
I try to make life simple and let happiness and loneliness take its course, but the uneasiness and sadness will always spread suddenly, making my heart tired and confused.
Every day, I drag my tired body and follow the flow of people home without any interest. When I open the door, I find that the room is already messy. I don’t want to tidy it up anymore. I have no interest in it. I don’t even bother to take off my shoes. Fell on the bed.
Lying so quietly, not wanting to make too many movements, I didn’t even bother to look at my phone when it rang. Every day, wandering on the street is my job. Even when it’s so hot, I want to go home and stay there. But when I get off work, I don’t know what to do when I go home. There is nothing to miss in my empty room, and my computer is already gathering dust. Yes, it's been too long since I've opened it. Suddenly, my heart was touched, and I wanted to find someone, but when I got up, I found that the idea, that person, could not form a specific object in my mind. Who could I go to? Who should I go to? Who can I tell a person's loneliness and loneliness? When searching for a mobile phone, no matter whether it is a Q number or a mobile phone number, there is no suitable one. It seems that the relationship with everyone is good or bad, even if I want to deliberately manage a certain relationship. , but it doesn’t seem to last long. Suddenly I felt that I had been abandoned, and the object of abandonment was myself.
For a while, I didn’t know what happened, and I left this so-called home as if I was running away. I didn’t even have time to take the garbage out, so I just left quickly. Why, I can’t find the reason. The heart has no destination and wanders wherever it goes. Just like this, I walked aimlessly on the street, without any curiosity about the people or things coming and going around me. I seemed to be walking with a purpose, but no one knew the helplessness behind the emptiness. Suddenly I want to sing, but I open my mouth, but I don’t know what to sing, and I don’t know how to describe my current mood, that kind of loneliness, that kind of desolation. Just like that, swaying in the sea of ??people.
He stopped and searched subconsciously, but he didn’t know what he was looking for. It's always like this, day after day passing in a daze.
Wherever the heart wanders, there is also where to stay. Lyrical Prose by Yu Gui 5
When people are tired, the place where they most want to take a bath and sleep is home.
When the wind blows, winter is already very strong. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the gaps in the trees are getting clearer and clearer. The Spring Festival has come quietly. There are thousands of throbbing hearts in the noisy city, those who can go home have more hurried footsteps, and those who cannot go home can only sigh deeply in helplessness...
When the wind changes, the rain changes, which shatters the heart of the country and makes dreams come true. Or, it is only during such festivals that a strong feeling of returning home will arise. At this time, among the people coming and going, they will miss the warm lamp at home even more. Just like this, a deep longing burst out from people's hearts, rising continuously and drifting into the distance...
The leaves beside the horse road had already fallen quietly, and the clear brilliance of the moon enveloped the earth. The sky in late winter is quiet, and one can only hear the sound of wind sliding down the leaves. In the distance, a little dim yellow light highlights a quiet and peaceful night. This is the breath of home.
"Without heaven and earth, without earth there is no home, without home there is no you, without you no one is me..." Home is actually very simple, but deep in everyone's heart, there is always There is a hint of heaviness that I miss most.
The wind is miserable and the rain is miserable. When will I return home to wash my guest robes? The Spring Festival is approaching, and how many people can only look at the moon and lament. I am speechless to say good-bye to the spring, and my heart is broken as to how to return to the spring.
Fortunately, as a student, I don’t worry about not being able to go home to celebrate the New Year. Going home during the New Year seems to have become a matter of course in my consciousness, but suddenly a question pops up in my mind: How many more years can I spend with my parents? But I fell silent. I dare not think or answer.
Yes, life is so short that it lasts only a few decades. How many days can we spend with our parents to celebrate the New Year safely?
At this point, I finished writing and stood leaning against the window, with the waning moon in the sky. Under the clear light, how many wanderers stand under the cold sky in order to meet their relatives' misty eyes, stand...
Only the moon in Guanshan tonight, thousands of miles away, is the same.
The ruthless bright moon returns to dreams with love. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan. Yu Gui Lyrical Prose 6
In this world, some people love vegetation, mountains and rocks, some people love mountains and rivers, some people love poetry, wine, piano and tea, some people give their hearts to mountains, rivers, Zen Buddha, and some people have sex with nature. . Whether it is a mountain or a river, a plant or a tree, or every living thing, everything has feelings. In this life, it may be close to your heart, and the old things that make you obsessed must have formed an indissoluble bond with you. In this busy and noisy world, if you have something to pursue and have sustenance in your heart, your heart will not be desolate. Keep your true nature in the bustling world, keep your mind quiet in the chaos, your heart will be clear and clear, and you will become close friends with every plant and tree in nature, and even have a heart-to-heart connection.
As long as the word "nature" is thought of, people can't help but think of the word "reclusion". Since ancient times, how many reclusive masters have been praised by others, and their actions and poems have been praised by many people, becoming An eternal song. All this stems from their sincere hearts that illuminate this infinitely complex world. Even if their fate is bumpy, they have never forgotten their original intention and still face the hardships and trials of life calmly, just like the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, Tao Yuanming, and Lin Bu.
The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, in the Wei period of the Three Kingdoms, include Ji Kang, Ruan Ji, Shan Tao, Xiang Xiu, Liu Ling, Ruan Xian, and Wang Rong. Although the seven of them have different ideological tendencies and ambitions, their families The social background is also different. However, they are both people whose official career is unexpected, and they are both laissez-faire, unconventional, informal, and pure. They look down on the powerful, gather in the bamboo forest, drink and talk, sing to their heart's content, and live a leisurely and simple life. When you are drunk in the mountains and forests, you don’t care about the secular world, nor how the dynasties have changed. You just live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and enjoy the joy of this natural landscape. Either playing the piano and painting; or splashing ink and writing poems; or drinking and singing; Why not live a free and easy life like this? Although Ji Kang later sang "Guangling San" and people left and dispersed, their stories, the poems they handed down, and the noble qualities of each of them have always been remembered by our descendants. praise.
The most familiar one is also Tao Yuanming, the pastoral poet who "doesn't give up for five buckets of rice" and "the ancestor of reclusive poets in ancient and modern times". In the turbulent era of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, although Tao Yuanming was enthusiastic, read poetry and books, and determined to do great things for the country and the people, he had no way to serve the country, and the court was also pedantic. In desperation, Tao Yuanming knew that he could not change the world, so he retired to the countryside, became close friends with Juhua, and no longer interfered with the rights and wrongs of the world.
I love Tao Yuanming, I love his different customs, I love him being arrogant to the powerful and "not giving in to five buckets of rice." Love him for his noble aspirations and his true nature. His poems are also fresh and elegant, mostly depicting pastoral landscapes, which make people feel fresh and comfortable when reading them. "Don't be concerned about poverty and lowliness, and don't be obsessed with wealth." "My nature is to love hills and mountains, but I accidentally fall into the dust net, and I will be gone for thirty years." "Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely see the Nanshan Mountains." Although farming life is relatively hard , life is also a simple life, but Tao Yuanming is contented with poverty and contentment. He and the chrysanthemum stayed together for a lifetime, and ended up growing old among the mountains, rivers and countryside. It was also a beautiful thing, and it was also a life that many future generations longed for and expected to live.
There is also the reclusive poet Lin Bu who "takes plums as his wife and cranes as his sons." Lin Bu was aloof and arrogant. He liked tranquility and did not pursue fame and fortune. He did not hold office or marry. He lived in seclusion on a lonely mountain in the West Lake. He only liked plum blossoms and raising cranes. His poems were composed as he pleased and were never preserved. He has attainments in painting and calligraphy. Lu You praised Lin Bu's calligraphy for his superb calligraphy, and Su Shi also highly praised Lin Bu's poetry, calligraphy and character. Lin Bu's poems are clear and distant, and he mostly writes about the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, hermit life and leisurely taste.
The flowers, plants and trees in the garden are all full of vitality in the white world. When I walked into the garden, my mind became calm, my body became lighter, and distracting thoughts disappeared.
There is a lake in the center of the garden, with stone tables and benches on the shore of the lake. Everything is white and bright, even the lake is dazzlingly white and crystal clear. This is not the world of mortals, nor the human world, nor a fairyland. Sit on a stone bench and watch the reflection in the water. He was also dressed in plain clothes. The troubles of the world have disappeared from the depths of his eyes, and the confusion of the past has disappeared. It's as clear as the water in the lake. My mind went blank. There are no past thoughts and distractions, no worldly feelings, no love and separation.
The water in the lake is within reach. A trace of coolness spreads from the fingertips throughout the body, and finally condenses in the brain. It's a feast for the eyes and the eyes. Like the wind in spring and the rain in autumn. So uncomfortable, so unhappy.
When the heart of this world blends into prosperity, it is inevitable that there will be times when it is not peaceful. So in the sea of ??people, there is a lot of vanity left, a lot of regrets, and a lot of injustice. The chaotic world of mortals cannot escape my heart. My heart is always drawing circles, making it impossible for me to get out or let go. Trapped in the world, it is difficult to escape the romance in front of you. As a result, my mind wanders in the boundless sea of ??people. If you keep the covenant and the laws, you will never be at ease.
Everyone longs for a peaceful manor. Find your own peach blossom land, between the clouds and water, deep in the mountains and forests. I can express my heartfelt words to my heart's content, listen to hundreds of birds sing their names during the day, and watch the stars and the moon at night. Fall in love with the mountains and rivers, and let your heart get a trace of dust-free peace. Therefore, the white world and the ideal place that is spotless will appear in dreams. Only at this time can the heart let go, let go of everything, and forget everything.
The night comes suddenly and goes in a hurry, and the dream will wake up gradually from light to darkness. No matter how big the heart is, no matter how detailed the heart is, no matter what the heart thinks, no matter what the heart has, no matter what the heart has hidden, in the end it will only return to dust and dust to dust. At that time, I suddenly looked back and remembered the fame and fortune, the love and hatred, the complicated past events, and the deep memories. The city is like floating clouds and clear water in front of our eyes, leaving only a sigh from the heart indifferently.
In a sigh, my heart gradually understood. The prosperous world is just a game. Prosperity and wealth are just a cloud. A few years from now, who will remember you and me? A few years from now, how much affection and love and hate will you know? When you are proud, you will be obsessed with it, and when you are frustrated, you will be depressed. Life is really like a dream! Yugui Lyrical Prose 8
The long road of life
How many autumns have there
The moon waxes and wanes
The sky is cloudy and sunny
Wandering in a hurry
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year
How much joy and how much sorrow
Wandering footsteps
Trapped heart
Homesick wine
Drunk over and over again
Looking forward to returning
Come back
Hey! ——
……
A different kind of return
Eyes without joy
Full of exhaustion
There is no comfort in my heart
The ground is broken
The warmth of the day is gone
The scenery at night
The phantom of black
Sad company
……
Looking forward to returning! Thinking about going back
It hurts to go back! The helplessness of returning
Return
Change the password as soon as possible
Return to the warmth
Let the reunion be warm
Return return
Still So Beautiful and Returning Lyrical Prose 9
The fragrance of the tea will eventually be delivered to the palm of the hand; the fallen flowers and trees will eventually leave the last fragrance to the dusk; the cold is coming Summer is gone, but we will eventually leave the most beautiful back to our youth.
In this parting preface to this poem, wait for the wind to rise, wait for the clouds to return, wait for yourself to turn around, look at Xiao, calm down and leave with peace of mind.
Have you ever remembered the waiting beside the water in the Book of Songs? Have you ever remembered the view from the Peach Blossom Pond in Tang poetry? Have you ever remembered the lonely sail seeing off guests at Nanpu in the Fengchenyanyi Station? Jiang Lang said: "Those who are in ecstasy can only say goodbye." He has finished his thoughts of separation for thousands of years.
When I was passing through Jinling on my way home last year, the rain and snow fell on my face. The fragrance of plum blossoms spreads on both sides of the nameless river, which I miss very much. Since the moon is often full when it is waning, there are more tears when we are apart than when we are together. When I left home and returned to school, my parents saw me off in the alleys of Jiangning. The moment Ta Xue turned around to leave, tears had already blurred his vision. He tried hard not to look back, leaving them with tears in their last smile. When you go, the flowers are like snow, and when you come, the snow is like flowers. This is a poem left by the Tang Dynasty. When I first read it, I thought it was bland and boring. But now that I am in the same place, I can truly understand how the most true feelings in the world bloom in the most ordinary environment. If possible, I would like to add another sentence after this poem: "Common gatherings and separations, joys and sorrows are at the end of the world."
Time flies, childlike appearance gradually changes, we wandering in the fireworks of the world, My feelings about gatherings, separations, and reunions are also changing bit by bit. When we are young and happy, we think about parting only because we will see each other tomorrow, we will not go far; when we are young, we think about parting because we have just begun to fall in love with each other, and we have more expectations for getting together. When the mortal world comes to an end, the people around me will disperse as they walk, stop talking to each other, and drift away as they look at each other. The departure of some people has gradually become a normal thing. Perhaps it is too late to be sad and you can only try to learn to get used to it.
Flowers bloom and fall, that is the ups and downs of life; the peaks and troughs, that is burning life; the wind and the wind are both favorable and unfavorable, that is the perception of the years; the passing of autumn and the return of autumn, that is the unique scenery. Parting is a part of our lives. Over the years, we slowly realize that parting can also be a unique scenery.
The zodiac geese fly south, and the colorful clouds leave one by one, leaving behind the willow embankment. The lone walker walks into the painter's works; the rain scatters ripples, and the duckweeds flow with the waves, sinking into the agile Qinglin In the dream, the green orchid flames fade away, day and night are separated, and a stack of wax torches is added at dawn. Many times we are not sad to leave, but we are melancholy about when the person you are waiting for will come back. I envy the ancients for being able to exchange cups for cups and drink farewell to Yangguan with some heroic words. Although I am not good at drinking, I am good at writing poems. When I leave, I like to write down one or two lines of poetry and give them to my friends. What I am thinking about is this parting. If we can see each other later, I can use them as a few thoughts. If we meet again later, During difficult times, it’s okay if you think of me sometimes and I think of you sometimes.
At night, the lights are dim and the coldness has not disappeared, but there is light and warmth deep in the heart. They supported me and made me believe that parting is for a better encounter next time, and parting is for us to cherish the people around us more.
Time passes by, and we are all passers-by in time, unable to return. Life's dream is like a long road, so you might as well cut out the complex and simplify it, and treat gatherings and separations as normal. Looking at the river bank where my friends are leaving, waiting for the wind to rise and the clouds to fall, I gather the faint melancholy in my heart and think about the next encounter with anticipation. Yu Gui Lyrical Prose 10
In the early winter, when the twilight falls and the sun is like fire, we cannot hold hands and walk to a place where the four seasons are like spring. I am the only one here watching, looking and thinking. , thinking. It is said that longing will come like a tide in a silent place at night, so close to the end of the world, on the shore of the sunset, for eternity. Therefore, a glance at it is like the ebb and flow of the sea, fireworks in all seasons, and endless charm.
This year’s winter is extraordinarily different. There are no snowflakes, no white snow, only the rising sun remains the same every day. Winter days are sunny, and the warm sun is still around you. Happiness is here At this moment, because I feel that you are by my side, no matter what, the wind blows, the sun shines, the rain falls, you are by my side and never leave. Happiness is so simple. You are here, overflowing with fragrance and tempered by jelly grass. When you feel that you are a child, the world is so simple; when you feel that you are an adult, then the world is so mature, without the scorching sun, let alone Leaves are falling. Happiness is thinking about you every moment.
Tears taste bitter and sweet. Tears are the expression of one's own emotions. Regardless of bitterness or sweetness, they are just tracks sliding down her face. When Lin Daiyu sheds tears every day, does she, who is sensitive and aloof, remember the past? The sweet days we have had, this life is to pay back the past life, but what about the next life? Will they be together under the stone for three lives every day? Who knows the future, so I leave today’s nostalgia. Love, this great word, love yourself, love others, love more people. It is said that love has no boundaries. If you love wrongly, love will not return. If you are here, your heart will be there, then there will be no love anywhere in the world. A chance to meet each other.
Love will never end, it will return slowly.