First, ancient poetry:
1. Still water depth, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite.
You can live happily, but you have no regrets when you die.
4. Accumulate eternal love lines and crush deep red acacia.
The river is lonely, its banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.
6. Worrying about the charm of Qingyuan is a distant sadness, such as Wei Yun's lonely moon, which can only be seen from a distance.
7. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
8. All kinds of stories are heartbreaking; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.
9. Change your life with my three fireworks.
10. I am young, and I am young.
Second, antique couplets:
Wind and rain worry about flowers, and wind and rain should rest after flowers. I advise you, don't get drunk before spending, spend today, spend tomorrow, and turn your head white.
Take advantage of two or three euros, pick up the benefits of Xishan and chase you. But it is better to teach people to have wine and nothing, to have flowers and no flowers, and to choose spring and autumn.
Third, the ancient beauty:
Meeting is a different kind of fireworks.
I firmly believe that "people who go the same way will meet each other eventually", once in a lifetime, is a different kind of fireworks, gorgeous and extremely dull-inscription. Dust on strangers.
I wrote a lot of words, all for you, all residual words, which are difficult to be elegant.
Our love has never been shown to others, so there has never been an audience, so there is no need to be so extravagant!
It's late in winter, and there is the sound of snowflakes falling, just like the wind chimes on your window occasionally blow off.
Xue Xiaochan said that people who walk on the same road will eventually meet!
I said, once in a lifetime, how nice!
Maybe these words I wrote are just the remnants of silence and can only be shelved. Snow is hidden in the attic and has a long life, but I don't care if there is an audience, because I know that I will live deeply in the fickle words, and so will you, just as Xiao Zen said in the book, "People on the same track will eventually meet."
Winter is in the evening, your alley, my cold window, my fair lady, by the water.
In fact, you are the one who came from Guanju, because your face is the girl who shines on the water I have ever seen! If, finally, one day, when I walk with you on a leisure street, I meet and pass by. You turned around, I turned around, looked at each other, and said nothing. I don't know what to do with each other's hearts. Is shyness a dark lotus flower in your heart, or is joy rippling in my heart and written in neat ink on cooked rice grains?
The air in winter is clear, and the troubles in winter are clear. Whether it's the winter moon whispering, the winter rain falling, or how the winter snow is freehand in the wind, it has actually disappeared in the yellow ink landscape. Because, I only know that your hometown is full of thoughts and scenery!
Pick a snowflake to warm with you, ok?
The shy face, the alley of childhood, the window of orchid leaves and the wonderful singing are all covered by your curtains.
I miss you, a little cold, because my acacia has been dyed with the color of that red bean for no reason. In your season, hug you, in my years, understand me!
It's good to meet in this season, because your lovesickness has suddenly become my blue ocean, and my wish has become your scenery. In the season when the wind blows and the flowers blow, you are the clearest blank in that lovesickness!
It's a bit windy this winter. In the image, snow has come, but have you been there?
Maybe it's winter season, and your thoughts will always be more than other seasons, because it's cold!
If your warmth and coldness are always blooming, sometimes gorgeous and sometimes indifferent, then I will become a prisoner of your mind. Then, remember what Feng Zikai said, since there is nowhere to escape, it is better to be happy; Since there is no pure land, it is better to purify the soul; Since I didn't get what I wanted, I might as well relax!
Perhaps, I always make that emotional paper, and every word will add seasonal poetry. I regard drunkenness as my drowsiness. I just think that there are many stories, all so far apart and full of legends.
Sitting by the window, watching the winter come to an end, opposite the mottled old wall, there are wild chrysanthemums on the wall, such as blue and white flowers in the middle Tang Palace kiln, swaying in my heart with a little beauty and a little chill. I can't help but think of the sentence in Ye Zhi's Crossroads, "Go to the buzzing seaside, pick up a twisted and echoing snail shell, and tell your story to its lips. Those lips will comfort you and make you feel at ease ..." Yes, if you can relax, go to the seaside, respond to the rhythm of the waves, pick up the snail shell that you can talk to, and then feel at ease, and everything will be natural.
Years, I wonder if we will learn to be tolerant, mellow, gentle, treat it with a normal heart, love and be loved. In the shallow and long unknown time, we know that life is rich and fulfilling, and we have loved it sincerely, without hesitation!
If we really meet, I really want to take you to the seaside next spring, facing the sea. It is best to choose Silver Beach, where the sea breeze is gentle and dandelion is fragrant. The sun is warm and the waves are gentle. Sit side by side and watch the sea. Outside the sky, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the flowers are around. Your smiling face and soft feeling surge on my shoulder. Breeze, blowing from your hair, then, let me see the clear blue sea in your eyes.
I believe that there will always be a kind of affection between people, such as two bouquets of gardenias in a deep courtyard, standing on one side of the branches at a distance, silent, and occasionally looking up when the wind blows, which is a kind of happy existence at the moment; Just like a Millennium night of life, two fireworks are beautiful and gorgeous. Although short-lived, they love each other and enjoy life to the fullest. A person who is happy with another person will be polluted by this person's temperament. If you are infatuated with vegetation, then I am like a vegetation in your eyes; If you send love to mountains and rivers, it will be a journey of mountains and rivers in your heart. With or without you, you will live in every moment of your life with deep affection!
What's more, my feelings have never been the same, which is completely different from what I saw in the ordinary market, because in the words I wrote to you, I lived affectionately, beautifully and attentively. Just like the set of thread-bound books in my bookcase, with pictures and texts, antique printing and elegant typesetting, the paper used is Cheng Xintang paper of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the pictures selected are also in line with the elegant and gentle woman like you-that kind of antique temperament. I think my meeting with you, just like the meeting between a good editor and a good author, is a beautiful story icing on the cake in a grand affair.
I want to give you a clear world, not to let you indulge in extravagant life, but to keep my inner world clear.
Sitting in every cold and warm time, thinking of your voice is a trace of joy suddenly born in the wine lamp, a refreshing taste cooked in Pu 'er, a colorful feeling that does not move with the wind, and a silent joy when flowers bloom. Even if you are a little depressed or a little happy, it has nothing to do with you.
Once in a lifetime, you gave me an understanding!
This understanding is that in the cold winter, sitting on a cane chair, holding a pot of boiled tea and tasting it in the fragrance of tea. Then, pick up the attachment that falls with snowflakes at the end of winter, combine it into warm colors on the book case, make the vegetation warm, make the willow green sway into a landscape, make the spring water flow into a melodious song, and let me see your face and smell your fragrance in the cups of spring sleep. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Love that can't be obtained because of extravagant hopes needs not time, not sympathy, but understanding; Because I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I can be at any time!
Winter nights. I write down these winter words to keep you warm, convinced that "people who reach the same goal by different routes will meet again", once in a lifetime, it will be a different kind of fireworks, which will be gorgeous and dull!