Knowing you is a kind of helplessness, a kind of pain that is hard to give up, a kind of letting go, not owning. Knowing you is the harmony of soul mates and the tolerance of each other's shortcomings. There is no hypocrisy, only truth.
Because I know you, and I am kind. To know you, you don't need to be very much in love months ago or across the river.
Understand that your heart is heavy, don't say anything, and the gentleness of silent gaze has nothing to do with shallowness. To know you is to look across the river and watch your back go away.
Knowing you is to hope that you will always live better than me. Knowing your heart is like enjoying the priceless treasure in the window of a museum, which you will never forget.
Know that behind your busy and tired heart, you cast a concerned look, a silent care in distress. Know that your world is near and far away, know that your heart is like yesterday, know that your heart is as thin as silk, know you and know yourself.
I know you. I read your words in the vast ocean of literature. You chew my words and read them like a mind reader until I make myself a positive result. Understand you, for example, open a durable and tasteful book and read it directly from the front cover to the back cover, instead of taking it out of context, including every chapter and punctuation.
Knowing you is a kind of happiness and gratitude, which lies in how you feel and find it, until you know that your smile has become a chrysanthemum in autumn and a strong character in the wind. Understand your feelings, understand your mood, listen to bloom, the flute is ringing, you come from buildings and know each other like a mirror.
Understand you, lonely blue light, with books as companions. Drink a cup of warm green tea, the more you drink, the more fragrant it will be.
You should know that your coat is not luxurious, but simple and simple. Knowing you means that your life is my life and my life is your life. You and I will live together for the rest of our lives, and I will still know you until we part.
Knowing you is a process of slowly waiting and getting old. I will cultivate all the essence into an immortal elixir and give it to you. Knowing that your heart is full of mountains and rivers will always be love.
This world has a humble life, but no humble feelings. Knowing you is actually knowing ourselves.
Understand you, understand me, and let the feelings in life be beautiful and immortal forever! I wish you all more understanding, tolerance and understanding on the long road of life. Because, I can't ask everyone to understand me, but I am willing to understand you with a kind and pure heart.
If nobody can understand us, we can still understand ourselves.
2. I care about knowing you because I know you!
How I want to be with you and tell you how much I love you; I want to tell you, in fact, you have always been my miracle; How I want to be close to you and snuggle up in your warm and lonely arms; Tell you, in fact, I have always understood you; How I want to tell you that your loneliness hurts with my heart. ...
The autumn sky has always been gray, and the gentle breeze shakes its posture feebly, lifeless, as if heralding an inevitable death. Looking up at the distant sky in a lonely posture, holding out your palm and separating your five fingers, you can vaguely see that time passes through the gap, and the deep and shallow traces are always printed in your heart. I really want to tell you that this is evidence of our love, this is our growing experience, and this is the price we really pay.
The wind gradually dispersed the clouds and the weather was changing. The night is hazy and cool as water, leaning against the windowsill and looking at the horizon. It suddenly began to rain in the scarred sky. Close your eyes, tears fall down the bridge of your nose, and your mouth is mixed with sour liquid. Are all emotions just expensive windows, gorgeous and brilliant along the road, showing sweet fantasies? Serious people will be fooled into thinking that they can stay with you, but who will stay with whom?
Listen, heavy rain with soft wind set off a frenzy, blowing head-on, falling flowers fluttering in the wind, my heart ached like blood, and that heartbreaking conversation emerged in my mind. You try to suppress your inner fluctuations, and say calmly, because you know you too well, because you know how much you care, so let love continue, let this love continue. I shook my head with trembling fingers and even forgot how to write the word "love". How can I continue? For an unintentional person, I don't know what love is ...
Looking back on the past, that indulgent love turned you into dust, and you were wronged, but you just wanted me to give up my persistence in loving you. Ironically, the distance between two hearts is separated by a film because of one person's abandonment and two people's suffering. You can never return to that pure sky and see that once beautiful smiling face like a flower. A broken heart will always be numb and eventually go to an extreme world.
The sky in May, the baptism of tears, is also waiting for your reply day by day with a haggard face. I can't remember how many times you shouted in your heart after turning around: Dear, please don't leave me; I don't remember how many times you cried hysterically in your dream after you left: dear, where are you? I can't remember how many times those fantastic images appeared in front of my eyes. I reached out to touch them, but you suddenly disappeared. Waiting in the middle of the night, waiting in the early morning, the cold of dawn, the entanglement day after day, like a glass falling to the ground, a room full of fragments, sadness is everywhere.
June breeze, dim light, is that petite figure not far away you? So strange and familiar outline, so beautiful and gentle voice, so bright and beautiful smile, everything about you seems to be deposited in your mind, such as a part of your life, once it is missing, it will die with your fragile life. My world has been so quiet since you left. Without your greeting, your news, your phone call and all your news, I am the butterfly with broken wings, which fell from mid-air to the deep sea. Without the support of wings, I can't fly anymore.
On a rainy night in July, I was lonely and cold. I never gave up looking for you, because I knew better than anyone whether to give up this love, because I knew better than anyone whether it was worth it, just because I wanted to know you better, but would you let me into your world? The answer is naked in front of you when you disappear. I can give up everything to save your turnaround, but I don't have the courage to ask you for contact information again. The first refusal became eternal silence, and the first loss became eternal freezing. Never met.
In August, the fallen flowers wither mercilessly, and the long dream has been lost. I firmly believe that life is so long that one day, you will be moved by my endless entanglement; One day, you will understand that this love can stand the test of plain time; One day, you will understand that loving you is a choice without regrets in this life; One day, you will understand how much I care about you.
Silver-white lightning rang eight times in a row, passing by, and the palm of the mobile phone sweated a lot. Every time the eye electricity is staggered, it seems to hear the sound of heartbreak. It takes confidence and love to erase courage and send messages. Sometimes it tires the soul, devours warmth and leaves wet tears.
In fact, I want to know you better, not to cling to you, but to be afraid that you will forget that someone loves you forever. ...
Actually, I care about you very much, not to keep you. I'm just afraid that time will be forgotten and the memories we once had. ...
3. What are the poems about thinking about you? 1, red leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn, miss a thousand miles.
From Song Yan's Philip Burkart People Autumn Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers.
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?
Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
Explanation:
The leaves in the forest have turned red, and Huang Ju is blooming everywhere. Now it is late autumn. I can't help but miss the wanderers thousands of miles away. Clouds on the horizon kept drifting into the distance, and Guiyan didn't send him any news. I don't know where the wanderer is, where can I deliver books?
The more disappointed I am, the more I miss it. I was so sad that I cried at the window. I can't stop crying. I will use it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, until after parting, feelings deepened and tears were even more unbearable. They dripped on the letterhead and even faded the color of the red letterhead.
2, it is difficult for geese to send books, and they can't dream.
Two Poems Forever in My Heart by Shen Ruyun in Tang Dynasty (I).
It is difficult to send books to geese, and it is also difficult to dream.
May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp.
Explanation:
The geese have already flown away, so it is difficult to send a letter. Too much sadness makes people unable to sleep. I hope I can follow the ubiquitous moon shadow and light up your barracks.
I miss you in a distant place. Outside the blue sky, my once sparkling eyes have become the source of tears today.
From the Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc II".
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan. Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
Explanation:
The sunset is hazy, the stamens are shrouded in light smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. Zhao Se, who carved the phoenix on the column, just stopped playing and wanted to play the Qin Shu again, but I was afraid of touching the Yuanyang string.
It's a pity that this affectionate song was not delivered. I hope it can be sent to distant Yanran with the spring breeze. Remembering my lover, my lover, who floated across the sky and brought the eyes of that year, has now become the source of tears. If you don't believe me, please come back and look at my face in the mirror!
4, oblique moon curtain, recalling the dream of a gentleman.
Bodhisattva Man, Pear Blossoms Full of Fragrant Snow by Mao Xizhen in the Five Dynasties.
Pears are full of fragrant snow, and tall buildings swallow kites at night. The slanting moon shines on the curtain, recalling your dream.
The shadow of the small window lamp came back, and Yan was surprised and worried. The screen covers the incense and flies, and the clouds disappear.
Explanation:
Pears in the yard are like fragrant snow. The tall building is quiet at night, and the piano under the eaves whimpers in the wind. The crescent moon shines obliquely on the curtain, and it is difficult for the missing husband to meet each other in his dream recently. The dim light and shadow were reflected in the small window, and the sound of swallows between the beams surprised me. Intermittent cigarettes fluttered beside the screen, as if the clouds just dreamed floated home from Wushan.
5. You are a legacy of Nanshan, and I miss home for my sword.
From Su Shi's "Man Jiang Hong Ji Shou Chang, Zhu Shi County, Ezhou" in the Song Dynasty
Jianghan comes from the west, and there are many tall buildings in Pu Tao, with deep blue sea water. I still bring my own, Xuebo, and the spring scenery of Jinjiang. You are a legacy of Nanshan, and I am homesick for foreigners. Are you heartless about this room and the scenery? Speak diligently.
Biography of Jiang Biao, stop reading. Crazy Chu Shi, what a pity. The empty continent is desolate for parrots and reeds. Don't just laugh at the literati fighting the bottom, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are erratic. May you give immortal poems and chase the yellow crane.
Explanation:
The Yangtze River and the Han River pour down from the west. Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower, the vast river is as green and clear as grapes. Rivers are connected, as if they all carry the melting snow and spray of Minshan Mountain and Emei Mountain. This is the spring scenery in Jinjiang. You are a judge who has a reputation of loving the people in Shaanxi, but I am a prodigal son who is homesick. How can I face the scenery here without feelings? I'll tell it urgently.
You must not read Biography of Jiang Biao. Mi Heng is really poor and deeply sorry. Can only be empty to Nautilus Island, and the reed flowers are still bleak. Why do scholars tangle with such people? Cao Cao, Huang Zu and other dignitaries have had it. I hope you can devote yourself to writing poetry like Li Bai and catch up with Cui Hao's famous poem The Yellow Crane Tower.
It is not easy to find someone who knows you. 1 How do you say it in verse? Where there is Bole, there is a swift horse. There are often swift horses, but Bole is not often.
Ma Shuo, written by Han Yu in the Tang Dynasty, means that Bole identified horses in the world, and then found swift horses. Maxima has always existed, but Bole is not. This shows that it is difficult to be understood and recognized by others and to evaluate people.
2, ten thousand gold is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find.
From Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" 57 times, which means: although gold is expensive, it is easy to get two thousand; Friendship is more precious than gold, and a true bosom friend is hard to find.
I will pick up my lute and play, but, alas, who here will understand?
In the Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran's "Summer in the South Pavilion" mainly tells that the shadow of the sun suddenly sets in the west, and the moon on the pond rises slowly from the east, wanting to play the piano, but unfortunately there is no bosom friend to appreciate it and feel good night.
4, the mountains and rivers are not heavy enough, it is important to know yourself.
Judging from Bao Rong's Journey to a Strong Man in the Tang and Five Dynasties, in my eyes, a great country is nothing more important than meeting a bosom friend, which reflects from the side that bosom friends and like-minded partners are hard to find.
5. After Zhong Ziqi's death, Boya never played the drum piano for life.
According to the Biography of Sima Qian in Han Dynasty, after Zhong Ziqi's death, Boya broke his piano and never played it again. It's easy to play the piano, but it's too difficult to meet a confidant who can understand his piano sounds like Xiangzi. Now that my bosom friend is gone, I don't want to play the piano.