Selected works of American literature 1:
Ten years of life and death two boundless
Imagine Su Shi waking up in the middle of the night, still wondering if his wife Wang Fu really came back or just a dream?
Is it really just a dream?
So red in front of the mirror, so smiling, so blushing and gentle between your fingers, is that just a fragment of ten years ago? When was that deeply rooted in the memory of ten years that passed by?
So Su Shi sighed slightly, and his melancholy thoughts were only changed to gently telling: ten years of life and death are two boundless. ...
Emotion and death are eternal themes, especially emotions with death paragraphs. Unfortunately, such a thrilling story was exhausted by these seven words. More than 300,000 days and nights have passed, and the poem about the pregnant wife on the moon more than 900 years ago can still deeply move me. On the same moonlit night, I was ordered to read, and was deeply moved by this faint and meaningful feeling that has been dusty for nearly a thousand years. Between tongue and tongue, scenes of memory in the heart of the picture staggered floating. ...
Old Rose stood on the foggy sea that swallowed Jack before, holding "In the Center of the Sea" and recalling every word that broke through the cold night. All she wanted to say was "Ten Years of Life and Death". Watanabe, 38, occasionally heard the Beatles' Norwegian Forest on the plane and remembered the hairpin behind Naoko's head. All he said was "ten years of life and death". If Lu You drifts over Tang Wan's grave, "wrong, wrong, wrong" will not do. It is better to insert a chrysanthemum and sigh: "Ten years of life and death are two boundless"; When rascal Cai has a family and a room, every time he drinks coffee, he thinks of the dancer in brown, and he should also think of Ten Years of Life and Death. The Supreme Treasure will always remember that Xia Zi, who died in a wedding dress with hatred, will endure the inner pain and say, "There has always been a sincere feeling in front of me, although it is ten years of life and death."
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. The lovers who once cared for each other have been separated by many dusk, which I can't remember or say, leaving only the memories of joy and pleasure, like tea soaked for thousands of times, revisiting the familiar taste repeatedly, adding fragrance by black tea ten years ago; "Ten years of life and death are boundless", and "infinity" is more than "life and death". Ten years later, everything is "boundless" and "not what it used to be". The beauty stays on the other side forever, only the teenager wearing a crown on this side is crushed into an old man, and his dream is still the same as that of his bare hands. It's just that this feeling is not "boundless", it's gone. Even if the deceased has passed away, the living will always remember that on the night of lovesickness every month, without thinking, they return to the window of Xiao Xuan, heartbroken, missing, helpless, sad and feeling, saying "boundless"!
Supreme Bao asked Guanyin's sister before casting a spell, why she could hate someone for decades and hundreds of years, but she could love someone for decades and hundreds of years. Life is actually very short, but after decades of ups and downs in the world, there is such a persistent feeling, such a yearning for people ten years later, and such an eternal sadness of missing love. It is enough to turn it into a phrase "ten years of life and death" to sing for the doomed soul of later generations and to be alert to a city that forgot how to love after ten years.
Su Shi's "Ten Years of Life and Death" made me see a tear that can be preserved for thousands of years in the confusion of the past and the present, and an unbeaten white chrysanthemum in front of the fragrant grave. (Missing sentence)
Ten years is unforgettable. Dreams are thousands of miles away from Michigan, weeping for Meishan.
Selected Works of American Literature II:
Ten years of life and death two boundless
Sad tears and lonely thoughts let us meet. Your words are simple and beautiful, which quietly opened my heart. It was your laughter that changed me when I was sad. When I was sad, it was your company that changed my mood. When I was helpless, you wasted a lot of moments to get me out of the shadows.
Our fate, love hurt the sky, hurt the painting in my heart, cut my heart, and left an intoxicating duckweed. You are my waiting, you are my delusion, our meeting is doomed, and our reunion tears. You stayed with me for a while and said some simple words, but I washed away the road you and I walked with the memory of this life.
My heart began to fall, why? I wait for memories. On the day of sailing, I came to the front of dusk. Do you remember the road we walked? I'd better record what I said before. A fate, a tear, you are surrounded by joy, but I can't wash away the previous encounter with eternal acacia.
Desperate and indifferent, you say it's my fault. I don't know when I can understand your drift. I don't know, I don't understand, and I don't know how to walk into your heart and let you remember me at this moment. I don't understand why a simple meeting can keep my mood wandering in this world.
I didn't wait for you, I didn't miss you, because I still have you in my heart, and my lifelong attachment has entered my heart. When I met you all my life, I set out for my previous acquaintance. Looking back on the previous pictures, I have regarded the previous journey as the place to set sail. Because that's where we reminisce, I have been washing away the place where we met with my own tears.
What I said wrong, what tears I lost, what I waited for didn't come, what I thought was gone, what I said without regrets, what I said without tears, my heart was full of resignation, thinking about the future and talking about yesterday, but the tears of this day could not be collected, and yesterday's journey could not be changed. (article reading network: three smells)
Let go of my heart, break my dream of love, what feeling lasts, my heart is still dull. There is also an indescribable feeling. What reason can I say and what excuse can't I keep? Heart is falling, tears are flowing, telling sadness. After listening to a lot of words, I can't miss the present picture, but because of the arrival of this day, I recall the scenery of yesterday. (from where)
Endless breakup, reasons after breakup, and what good excuses can cover up the trauma in my heart? There will be dreams and tears, dreams will continue because of that meeting, and tears will be shed because of that waiting. What can you feel? What love can be true? I am a tear on your emotional line, and I can't walk into your heart.
My heart has not set sail for you, but my tears have set sail for you. How many lovesickness can be exchanged for meeting, and how many words can change our understanding. Scenes are intoxicating, scenes are full of tears, scenes are waiting for the soul. This soul flies to the sky, and there is no gathering by the lake. This love in this life, tears will fall in the afterlife.
Tears surround me, my heart makes me feel sad, my dreams make me haggard, the tears we met can't wash away the homesickness, and the words of goodbye can't see the previous people. We always let you and me go together, but we didn't get together again. In the end, there was nothing, and I followed the homesickness and shed tears. I wanted to continue to interpret the sadness.
Tears without smiling faces are easy to meet, but difficult to remember. The vertical and horizontal lines of so hard to forget's acquaintance, waiting for sadness, infatuated with it, what can be understood but not clear, what can be sorry to change, that intoxicating picture, false lies have been accompanied by acacia, tears can not stay before landing, the position of the heart can not change the previous meeting.
There are tears at dusk and lovesickness at dawn. Your destiny is not my destiny, and my destiny is not your youth. The world of mortals led us to meet, but we could never perform for a lifetime. What else is there to say? How many tears will you shed? My infatuation is waiting in the front picture, and my waiting sets sail for the lovesickness in front.
A moment of meeting, a lifetime of lovesickness, tears, step by step, the picture of acquaintance, walking in my heart, wandering in the spring and autumn, you were my previous comfort, but now I am not your destination. Fingers locked, one heart supporting each other, unable to hold back the lovesickness in my heart, unable to hold back the tears.
Love surrounded me, which really changed me. Tears make me speechless, words make me feel distressed, and the road makes me miss. It is said that if you fall in love with someone, you have to write it. It is said that tears are simple, but you can't live without the taste of acacia. Simple picture, fragile soul, only memory, whether wrong or wrong, are the gathering and scattering of you and me.
Sincere results, indifference, what else can be wrong? I still want to continue our sad meeting. The mistake is to give you a simple drift. If we meet again, then I will continue to interpret the mistakes. Then I'm still willing to accompany you to walk the intoxicating picture again.
In the dream, the tears in my heart leave you and cannot be separated from the previous vows. You can choose to cry, but you cannot choose to meet again. You will meet you in your dream only when you miss you more, because you will cry when you wake up. While you are waiting, your inner words have been spreading to your former acquaintances.
I didn't wait for you, I didn't miss you, you waited for the myth in your heart, I was just an episode in your heart, what you thought was that the road ahead was still far away, and I just met you simply. The heart has a brainwave, and the tears have a share. Your heart enters my mind, and my tears fall for you. Our reunion is only a moment, but I will remember it for a lifetime. (positive energy story)
Unexpectedly, I can't tell you, there are tears and waiting, and what I said can spread to the ends of the earth. But you are looking at the end of the world alone, but you can't keep your tears alone, but you can't continue to perform your previous efforts in the face of the tears of acacia. Heartache can't change yesterday, tears can't last this day, and tomorrow is still a lifetime ago.
Acacia drops a tear step by step, and acacia drops into my heart. Tears are falling step by step because of you, and there is no hope that tears will fall from my heart. You are far away, and my acacia surrounds you. There are still my tears for you in the smell of crying, and I still write my blessings to you, so that people I know can sail for you with expectation.
Only when you shed tears can you understand true pity, lovesickness, emotion and emotional smoothness. Only by thinking about waiting can we know whether it will last forever, whether there is a mistake, whether there are tears of acacia, whether it has happened, and whether it has simply drifted for a while, accompanied by lifelong memories.
Free and unfettered dream, by the emperor's river, there is nothing to say about a period of acacia, the east wind curtain call, falling into the sea of tears, and the emotional blood is soaked. Looking at the ruthless years, the speaker talked about life and death and left to meet each other. At that time, the autumn wind was crazy, and there was no way to go back to Xiao He. On the left, he saw tears, and on the right, he saw acacia and grabbed the scenery. Forward is infatuation, backward is confusion.
Selected works of American literature 3:
Ten years of life and death two boundless
Perhaps, what is stuck between them is not the separation of hearts, but the strewn at random in time and space. Affection is gentle, even if we meet, it is miserable. Just turn around, things have changed, and things have changed. -inscription
Sparse paulownia hangs when there is no moon. In the yard, he looked at the moonlight, full of melancholy, and raised his wine and wine. He wants to "not think", but "never forget". His thoughts about her went deep into his blood and bone marrow, and ten years of happy life vanished in an instant. Is this fate? The breeze blew, and the moon shook vaguely. He saw her, in a trance. "Foer-"he shouted together, and the cruel reality shattered the illusion. Tears fell like a meteor, breaking my thoughts, waiting for a thousand years, reincarnation for a thousand years, only persisting for ten years, resentment and pain in my heart, memories pouring in, and it hurts my heart.
Life ended at the age of twenty-six, with no youth, shallow eyes and full of emotion. I still remember when that beautiful woman died. She held his hand tightly, evoking love and sadness for ten years, and then closed her eyes.
Sixteen years old, my daughter is light-hearted, sandalwood is light in my boudoir, and I see you far away, but my heart is long. When I was sixteen, I met him and smiled, and he was drunk. So, at the age of sixteen, she put on a red wedding dress, the most beautiful dance skirt. On the sedan chair, there are teams beating gongs and drums on both sides. In this way, she entered the scholarly family.
She was ashamed to smile when she lifted the veil. She looked up at him, handsome and natural, and her unique book fragrance made her move. Then, his eyes met, his talent fell into her eyes, and her tenderness also fell into his eyes. On earth, she is very happy to see him.
For ten years, because of her company, he was no longer lonely and empty. In career, literature and life, she is undoubtedly his self-knowledge. Poetry is against him. Between heaven and earth, she only envies Yuanyang, not immortals. She lives alone, accompanying her around. Your heart is the same as mine, and she will not live up to her yearning.
On the night of the first day of the first month, he fell asleep. She came to the yard, looked at the blooming plum blossoms and the clear moonlight, and couldn't help singing "Spring Moon is Better than Autumn Moon Color". He sniffed and smiled. "This is also the language of the poet."
Ten years are fleeting, but the beauty has gone, and the beauty is like a broken bridge and a sunset. That's how it should be. The dream is vague and sentimental.
Frozen tears, gentle to the destination, merged into bloody sadness, the last love, the world of mortals with the lingering of the past all the way down. If there is a spirit under the grave, you can never pour out your heart again. Simple hands can't lose their dreams in an instant, but they can't lose their beauty when they come and go in a hurry. Can a person get drunk when drinking?
With the passage of time, the fate of the Millennium left only a back, leaving only a sad and quiet mood. The fate of the Millennium is like dust, and he who sees through the world of mortals sighs. In the bitterness of the flying hand, he weaved a sad brocade. Now he is "as dusty as frost", even if he meets him, he should not know. Maybe we shouldn't have met in the first place. Countless days and nights, he stood in front of the court, looking forward to it, but waiting for the Iraqi to return?
Under the moon, he is haggard, haggard, sentimental about the moon, haunted by feelings, frustrated and empty, and can't help it. He never understood why the moon was incomplete and why people left. Voice is the sky, tears are spring. I know this life is the foreshadowing of meeting you. Under the cold eyes, only a faint sentence was left: "My love, my son, under the grave, how are you?"