I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.
Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. Sun, he has feet! Gently and quietly moved; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.
What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came to this world naked and will go back naked in a blink of an eye, right? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time?
You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?
Comments and explanations:
Zhu Ziqing's "Rush" captures things that people tend to ignore in daily life, expresses their feelings and comments, and laments that youth is fleeting and life is short. Please cherish time, cherish life and make a difference.
Invisible and intangible time has passed away from people mercilessly and hurriedly. With his rich imagination, Zhu Ziqing vividly captured the trace of the passage of time. In a hurry, the style is euphemistic, smooth, light and long. The full text is short in length, simple in structure and short in sentence patterns. Swallow, willow, light smoke, breeze, mist, Chuyang, steaming, gossamer and other words are erratic and clever, and the artistic conception is clear. The whole text appears harmonious and symmetrical, which is consistent with the subtle flow of the author's pursuit of the traces of the passage of time to express his thoughts and feelings.
2. Hello, the beautiful ancient landlord of China, the following are my favorites; 1, change your life with my three fireworks.
2. I am young and energetic.
3, long street, fireworks, you look back, low pavilion, red dust rolling, I sigh again.
4. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.
5, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.
6, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
7. Let him know everything and smile at you.
8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
9. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
10, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
1 1, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not.
12, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.
14, when all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
15, in the spring, the beauty is old, and the flowers fall and everyone dies.
16, still water flowing deeply, singing loudly; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
17, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
18, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
19, dark clouds cover the moon, people go to the empty building, and I can't tell how lonely I am.
20, the sky is not old, I can't help it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
2 1 It seems that this star was not standing in the middle of the night last night.
22, ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, thousands of miles lonely grave, sad everywhere.
23. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea. 24, dust has always been like water, it is rare to cry, why bother? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself. 25, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After Hua Rong thanked him, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
26. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
27. Mountains and rivers hold hands and smile for you.
28, a few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, my life is up to me.
29. After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
30, the fog dispersed, woke up, I finally saw the truth, that is, silent Qian Fan.
3 1, at both ends of life, we stand on the other side of each other.
32. The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
33. Raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow and be at a loss for another year.
34, turn around, a wisp of Leng Xiang is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife? 35. One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
3. Beautiful sentences in ancient Chinese, similar sentences in modern Chinese and ancient Chinese, and then imitate a similar sentence "Peach Blossom Garden"
There are hundreds of steps to the shore of Jia, and there are no miscellaneous trees in it. Grass is delicious and English is rich and colorful. Fishermen are very different, so they move on and want to become poor.
If there is no water in the forest, make a mountain. The mountain has a small mouth and seems to have light. By boat, by mouth. Only by being narrow at first can we understand people. Take a few steps and you will be cheerful. The land is flat and spacious, the houses (shè) and (yǐ n) are natural, and there are fertile fields and beautiful mulberry ponds. Money (qiān) blames (mi) traffic, and chickens and dogs hear each other. Men and women are familiar with each other's clothes (zhuó). Yellow hair, happy.
Selected passages from "Red Cliff Fu"
Small (sh ǒ o) swallow, the moon rises in Dongshan, wandering among cattle. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. The vastness is like a virtual wind, and I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy.
"Feelings after Snow" Author: Benben
Standing in the silver world of snowflakes. Look up and feel the temperature of the snow leaves kissing. Close your eyes and listen to the sound of snowflakes opening. The whole world is only quiet and white. Only the whispers of snowflakes colliding. Occasionally, when I am free, I will go to the wild to see the vastness of Yuan Ye, and my thoughts will wander to another simple and romantic fairy tale, the White House. No smoke, no noise, no pain, even if it is desolate, it is peaceful and safe. You don't want to go home either, just want to enjoy the rare scenery in the snow.
4. Ask for some gorgeous ancient and modern Chinese. Occasionally, Lu Yu actually waited for you on purpose.
When I passed by, I greeted you silently with my eyes, but you didn't know that you didn't look back. My eyes fell on an unknown crossroads, and my young cheeks were burnt by the clouds in the distance. In my mind's field of vision, you are getting taller and taller, but I am getting shorter and shorter, so that I can't climb up to you with my head held high.
However, every night with the moon, I sincerely bless and pray for you. Although I don't believe in Buddhism or God, you are still my religion and my poem. I dare not pry into your news, but I am eager to hear from you.
My heart is full of worldly things, leaving only a white field for you. Because of you, you will always take the time to spread a crystal snowflake and write a story about your indifferent mood.
Because of you, the noisy life will always produce a ray of inexplicable loneliness and melancholy. Quiet nights always tell the similarities between the stars on the horizon and your bright eyes.
Deeper, curved moon boat, through these clouds, how should I know? Just to leave a vast world for missing. I clearly know that there is a wandering love that will never return, a wandering love that will never be promised, and a beautiful flower season that has long been missed, still sitting on the steps of dreams, looking at the mountains and rivers, stubbornly pursuing my own steps.
I never believe that the rain on July 7th is an ancient and sad date woven by the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, but I like to walk aimlessly in this hopeless swan song. It seems that my heart is close to you. Every time at the end of the rain lane, behind the lilac tree, an oil-paper umbrella dripping with oil by Dai Wangshu will be propped up, so that the crystal tears on the umbrella ribs will slide down with the gloomy mood.
Without flowers, sometimes you can bear fruit. Looking forward to it, but there is always no ending.
So, I hope I can walk with your dream. In the hazy, looking for a kind of detachment, feeling a kind of romance.
Appreciate a kind of possession. I read about you in my dream and didn't want to wake up.
Do you know I'm waiting for you? The gravel blew me tired and yellow. first frost told me that I was wet, dry and cold, and the wind and rain beat me black and blue. I still stand in the place where you must pass with unchanging true feelings and fall into your track. Fold into countless boats with unrepentant love and stumble to you ... Many times, the past is unbearable.
Lost a small yellow photo, lost something that has been preserved for a long time, lost a withered memory ... Reach out and catch nothing. Perhaps, there are always some things that will stay at the bottom of life, with deep and shallow traces. If you brush them carefully, you will no longer feel pain, only numbness.
Coffee tastes bitter. Happiness and sadness, everything has become a thing of the past. What we can still feel is truth and emotion, hypocrisy and sadness.
Tears, quietly dripping in the coffee cup, transparent liquid. I remember someone said, "when your tears can't help flowing out, keep your eyes open and don't blink." You will see the whole process of the world from clear to fuzzy, and your heart will become clear in tears at that moment! " Love for a long time has become a habit; When it hurts for a long time, it becomes a notch; Hating for a long time has become a burden.
Love without * * *, from hot to dull, perhaps, that is the eternity we have been pursuing. Although, we don't know, is this plain or not so attractive? Just wait, no matter whether time dilutes everything, the heart is in its original position, beating with its stubborn way, speed and persistence.
"In your life, a person is happy to meet someone who knows how to love you, or someone who deserves your love." What you have is often not the best, so you won't appreciate it.
Perhaps, at this time, waiting is better than having! Love is only a momentary feeling. Love is not an adventure, but when we have love in an adventure, we are doomed to part.
Those who are suitable to go to the end are born for each other from the beginning. If two people in the world are destined to love each other, then before they meet, he and she will take every step towards each other, no matter how impossible.
I believe that meeting and parting are doomed. People who have a heart will miss each other no matter how far away.
Careless people are close at hand but far away. If your love stays in the past, it only belongs to that time; If your love stays in life, it will become eternal, even forever! Perhaps, we all want to forget something forever, such as scars, and we also want to catch something forever, such as heartbeat.
Someone once said that some things can be forgotten, some things can be commemorated, some things can be willingly, and some things are powerless. You will forget everything, but tears will not.
Maybe for a long time, we won't cry, whether we are hurt or distressed, we just look on coldly, or disappear into laughter and slapstick. All along, tears are accompanied by time and will not melt.
I thought everything would become a dried specimen. ......................................................................................................................................................................
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Guy Boyle smiled.
What you did was a little unmanly.
Don't blame me if I wait for you.
I seldom like pop music.
I don't want to be attached to a popular actress.
Although I know it's against the world wind.
However, the persistent spirit has not changed.
Alas, all the voices today are in this world.
The elegance of ancient times still remains in the soil.
Mao's life is getting harder and harder,
Those who have talent and virtue are not allowed to do their things,
I hate it when I watch it for a long time.
I know it's hard to be elegant,
Therefore, it intends to imitate Tao Zhu.
The heart of the mountains and rivers,
Only a companion that I don't cherish,
Row depletion subperiods intersect.
Standing alone all day, hanging like a shadow,
Only small blogs are pleasing to the eye and interesting.
So he said: "Don't be surprised, look at bloom in front of the court;
"I have no intention of staying, but I hope the sky will be overcast and calm."
Although I have an iron grandfather, Webby Xiao Bo is beautiful.
However, it contains a lot of ciphertext.
I can't show it to you, but I cherish it.
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