Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
-Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan Xi
The wind and rain have passed, and the past has fallen with the wind. The magnificent Tsing Yi shows the ups and downs of this life. In this life, there is no "wine luminous cup, and you will be prompted immediately when you drink pipa at night." Heroism and courage; I can't do Snow White, fight the sword and cut off all good and evil in the world. I am a lotus flower, destined to return to the Buddha's side and move towards the 500-year agreement with the Buddha. Whether I see through it or not, I should arrive on time. Wash away the lead in the world in the burning sound, turn the prayer wheel of reincarnation, and free all beings.
Everything in the world, bloom flowers fall, are regular. A person's life, from the moment of birth, has been doomed to the future. No matter how hard you work, how hard you work, you can only change the ups and downs on the way, and the ending is always the same. Many enlightened monks, although they have thoroughly understood the mystery of fate, just smiled indifferently. There are many flowers in the world, and life is always unique. No one can experience life again, because life is only once, and when it is over, it is over. It can't be like a flower, which withers this year and can bloom again next year. What we can do is to cherish this once-in-a-lifetime life, not omnipotent, but immortal. As long as you don't waste your time and let the years grow old for no reason, it is a kind of perfection.
"I thought that in those days, Jin Ge was an iron horse and swallowed Wan Li." His life is like a sword, destined to gallop and die in the battlefield, so as not to waste money and be polished by skilled craftsmen day and night. The sword matches the hero and the hairpin matches the beauty. He is a sword and a hero, so in his mind, he never stopped competing for the Central Plains and regained his lofty aspirations. Even though he lived an elegant life in the mountains for the rest of his life, he was always in the mountains, with his heart in the imperial court and his heart in the splendid mountains and rivers. Although it is a peaceful and prosperous era now, there will be no more wars, but each of us has our own country in our hearts. We are displaced and come and go in a hurry every day just to have an ordinary and stable home and love in Cape TIANYA DUAN.
Sometimes, for the sake of our small family, we even do not hesitate to hurt others, seize their wealth and destroy their happiness. In the eyes of poets, a small jasper is never as good as a nation that lives and works in peace and contentment. How can he feel at ease in his small family when the mountains and rivers are broken and stormy? He is a hero, and his life belongs to the country and the battlefield. He would rather break the battlefield with his sword than let his house sit idle and rust. How can a sword be content with obscurity? The sword belongs to the Jianghu, the sword shines brightly, and the iron horse is its destiny.
"Asking what the world looks like is to share life and death." Xiang Yu, an eternal hero, kissed Wujiang River, not only silently facing his elders in Jiangdong, but also facing concubine Yu. Not only did he not let Yu Ji live forever, but he also let her die with himself! The river is affectionate. I wonder if it will hear Xiang Yu's lament. Let him be an ordinary person in the afterlife, guarding his wife and children, ploughing early and knitting late. Maybe it heard, just like water flowing eastward, it can only be content with its fate and can't turn back. Whenever it rains, it will stir up waves and feel unfair for them. I hope they don't blame themselves for being heartless. The poet has no such unforgettable and thrilling love. He has devoted his life to the country, and his heart is full of broken mountains and rivers, and even a nourishing love can't be spared. However, he is still emotional. No matter what he wants to pin, he is emotional, only once, but it has touched the ages.
On the Lantern Festival that year, he went to enjoy the lanterns alone. Car BMW, thousand trees and silver flowers. On a busy night, when he was walking on a busy street, he saw beautiful women, wearing all kinds of decorations, passing him in a playful way. So he began to look for thousands of times in the crowd, and the woman who became attached to him never saw her figure, but inadvertently turned around and ushered in that amazing glance. Smart eyes, with deep affection, elegant skirt and elegant posture, are so gentle and moving. So the two men smiled at each other, held hands and walked to the depths of the lantern. The jade pot is high in the sky, the bright moon shines on the water town, and the ichthyosaur lanterns are flying in the wind. A golden wedding, in this beautiful scenery, quietly opened, when the audience broke up, for a long time unwilling to leave.
I think the poet and that woman must be old friends. I always feel that it is too accidental to meet for the first time, and reunion is the deep edge. If one day, you and your beloved break up on such a bright night, and there is a sudden encounter, are you willing to let go of the past and start over with her? If I were you, I would, not because I can't let go, but because I firmly believe that all the encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation. Fate is subtle, and we still can't tell it apart after a lifetime. I still don't understand why I fell in love with her and married her in a world full of people. Growing up, two unsuspecting girls left you and married * *.
The world is dusty and complicated, and we really have too many puzzles and puzzles, but we have gone through this long life with these questions. If you don't understand as much as I do, consider it fate! Give the mind an answer, but eliminate infinite troubles, and life will be peaceful and happy. How can you and I guess the karma in the world, and how can we guess it? The poet will not guess for no reason, because he knows that when fate comes, he must grasp it, and no one can stay when he leaves. When he got home, he spread out the rice paper, studied the ink, and wrote his affectionate look back on the paper. He wants to make a vow of eternal love to her. Now, thousands of years have passed, although the poet is gone, but which touching story, you and I are still telling people, warm words are still sung and written under the dim light. Tonight, the spring breeze is still the same, and the moon is in the sky. I hope someone can come and perform with me in dim light, a thousand years ago.
"Shoujiu is more than happy. Zhu Yan has a white beard, and their 100 years old is just multiplication and division." In fact, love will not be memorable until both of them are gray. Chew on that beautiful memory and die slowly. This kind of love is the true pledge of eternal love. When you are older, you will start to remember, and you will feel less beautiful. You want to end it and find a new beginning. When we were young, we were full of vigor, high spirits and some impulses. It is inevitable not to do stupid things, and when we look back and regret it, it is too late.
I wonder what the poet will look like when he recalls the dim light and the encounter. Will he chuckle? When you are young, you should not be too picky about love. When you are old enough to talk, you will feel really beautiful and wonderful. Love is like time. When I was young, as soon as the novelty passed, it became a torment. In old age, people find that this long life cannot be separated from it. How many beautiful stories have been brewed at an early age. Beautiful things have to be carved for many years until they are really impeccable before they can become a perfect jade. I'm not old enough to know what it's like to lead a drunken life. Even after many years, I am too old to walk, but I still can't understand it. The fate of the world has long been broken. The old alliance of Lingshan, the sinking of bells and drums, and the empty meditation of Shuiyue are another beginning for me. Only then, if I was lucky enough to read this sentence, I would still be moved, because the Buddha said that all beings are equal.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.