In daily life, there are a lot of emotional essays, because everyone experiences different feelings, and some people will record their feelings in words. Let's share an emotional essay about a dream. Let's have a look.
I am looking forward to the next rain, turning into a curved river against the current in my dream, then folding a white boat with your smile and sailing in the gentle moonlight, drifting across every rainy year in the south of the Yangtze River. Or a gust of wind blows, dismembering the vast depression into flying wolf smoke, and then folding a bloody kite with the bleak desert, flying into my dream and telling every bleak time in Saibei. ...
That kind of deliberately repressed attachment is always hidden in the frivolous night, quietly counting the tears of missing and flowing into the dream. Whenever the night touches a corner covered by reality, the imaginary feeling will spread and condense into the silhouette of the moon in the dream, which is like a ring and evening.
Let's be vassals for a period of time, follow the footsteps of the ancients, berth in Qiao Feng at night, berth a boat outside Suzhou, and quietly set foot on the south of the Yangtze River. Through Zhang Ji's eyes, we can carefully play with the small fishing fire when the moon sets and crows crow beside Hanshan Temple. Then rest by the brook rock at night, wait until the sun rises and the cigarettes are sold out, and continue to watch the customs at the next stop. Looking at the lonely cave phoenix, parrot Zhou Fang, Huang Gu Yu Ji, Qingchuan Jiege, Pinhankou sunset, Dongting rising far away, Xiaoxiang night rain, cloud dream; Looking at Nanpu Yun Fei, Tian Chang Wan Li, Hongqiao Wobo, Xishan Hengcui on Wang Tengting, Qi Fei alone in the sunset, fishing boats and Yan Zhen in colorful scrolls; Climbing Yueyang Tower worries the world. Looking at Xiaoxiang Lake in Dongting Lake, Wuxia Gorge in the Yangtze River in the north and Baling Mountain in the west is refreshing, with its five-word swan song, Fan's concern, Teng's prosperity and Lv Chunyang's three-way drunkenness. Then cross Dongting and see the 800-mile Jiangyue; Go down to Yangzhou and enjoy the elegance of Slender West Lake. If you enter Hangzhou, you will definitely go to the West Lake. Su Causeway Xiao Chun, Pinghu Qiuyue, Quyuan Fenghe, Broken Bridge Canxue, Liulang Wenying, Huagang Fish Watching, Twin Peaks in the Clouds, San Tan Yin Yue, Lei Feng Zhao Xi, Nanping Night Bell, all the lakes and mountains are affecting my mood. Finally, I went out to Nanjing to lament the desolation of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties and listen to the lonely sound of Qinhuai.
"Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old." Jiangnan in the dream ...
Out of the Great Wall, it is Saibei. The customs of Saibei should be another world.
The spring breeze there is not enough to pursue the blood and tears behind those prosperity. Along the prosperous Silk Road in the past, step by step approach the legendary ancient country of Loulan. Silently watching the crumbling blue bricks on the wall gradually mottled in the dim twilight photos, watching the solitary smoke rising from the closed border building on the yellow sand in Wan Li, quietly listening to Hu Chelle's screams in the chancellors on the eve of the decisive battle, and listening to the sound of Qiangdi guarding the border town on a full moon night. The brave died in battle, the generals got old, and the eternal bloody sunset witnessed the quiet changes from generation to generation, accompanying the desert alone for thousands of years. Then go to Yanmenguan to remember the past Jinge iron horse and blood-stained clothes; Tracing back to the source, Huang Sha has been through many battles and drunk on the battlefield. Close your eyes and feel the tension of "fighting with a golden drum at dawn and holding it with a jade saddle at night", the lofty sentiments of "a strong man laughs when he is hungry for meat, and thirsts for the blood of Xiongnu", the ambition of "dying when the country is in danger", the tragedy of "we chase after it, the horse is lightly burdened, and the bow and sword bear the snow", and the helplessness of "sealing Hou with words, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither"
I have been looking forward to seeing the snow in Saibei. "It's whispers, and it doesn't snow in the four fields." Wan Li's rivers and mountains are all wrapped in silver, "like spring breeze, when night comes, it blows open the petals of Wanli trees".
The dream trip to Saibei can only be stranded in a dream after all.
When the dream wakes up, the dream is broken, there will be no more whispering in Wu language and no more big waves.
The feeling of purity as lotus was also dried up into regret by the long sadness under the blue sky, and in a certain month, it fell into the wasteland with a bloody sunset in the heartbreaking night wind. ...
Whenever the dead of night, that kind of loss will come to mind. At that moment, I seemed to be a child without dreams.
Dreams are like a kind of emotional beauty. Love can incense and years can warm the emotional beauty of the rest of my life.
An inch of quiet and beautiful time, an affectionate story, a love song thought by a prime minister, a silhouette of the past of the world of mortals, affectionate mountains and rivers, intentional breeze, warm eyebrows, love in the bottom of my heart, can fragrance the years and warm the rest of my life.
The night dyes the world, the moonlight gives joy, the wind welcomes the spring light, invites the bright moon, smiles at the rivers and lakes, gets drunk with you, the stars are lonely, the summer night is long, wakes up, dawns, trudges, sees you, the stars fall into the eyebrows, flashes their thoughts, and the flowers fall, and they don't know whose home and where to go.
When I first met you, I outlined you in my mind, and then I met you. I have been dreaming for a long time. I have a shallow memory of time and a deep memory of Iraqis. * * * When the cool breeze blows, the bead curtain blocks the past. From now on, I will hold your hand, from hair to white hair, the most beautiful oath, and practice it all my life. You said you would stay with me for a long time, and I would like to warm you.
Looking for the love in your heart, stepping over the wind and waves, stepping over the obstacles and climbing over the mountains, I came to your side with deep affection, giving you a pool of joy, wishing you a long-term love, smiling at the whole city, falling in love with the night, obsessed with secular fireworks, in the bustling world, colorful lights, bustling long streets.
At that time, I was just a seed. Now, I am a gorgeous flower. Who can make me happy all my life? Who can bring prosperity to my life? If I dream, it's only temporary happiness. Who can play acacia, carefree, still looking forward to? Let go and turn around, it will hurt and refuse.
The road of life is too long. See the scenery you have never seen, meet the lovers you have never seen, rejoice for everyone you have never met, and talk about the love you have never talked about. The rest of your life is like a lonely boat waiting for your master. Qian Fan was exhausted, helpless or exiled, and everything followed his own heart.
In the past years, scenes have been shown in front of us. The future is a bay of unknown depth, with a lamp hanging on the wall to illuminate the rest of your life. From then on, Long song will be warm, go to your star field, spend a long night with you, listen to the wind, listen to the rain, enjoy the rain, it's all you.
Who can cut out the shadow of time in a small time, who can count the stars in the sky in the vast galaxy, turn around, leave, pack up, run away, come back, that affection for you has overflowed, making people cry, that is sadness, sadness, coldness and helplessness.
The most beautiful meeting is the meeting of hearts, which warms the whole world. Eternal love is a promise to hold hands for thousands of years, a long-distance love for the rest of my life, a lifetime waiting, and a white-haired oath. The rest of your life is so long. May all you have walked through is scenery, and all you have not finished is happiness.
Experienced mountains and rivers, the world is cold, the spring breeze blows flowers, and the vicissitudes bury the dust. Watch the sunset quietly, listen to the wind, see the mountains and rivers in Wan Li, see the vast land, listen to the drizzle, listen to the rain and open an umbrella, and walk hand in hand through the wind and rain until the end of life. If you love, you will love without hesitation, and everything will change. This heart remains the same.
Cut the flowers of the years, paved the way for you to come, missed the city, retained the moment of youth, the beauty of flowing water, and broke through the shouts of the bottom of my heart one by one. The moonlight was like a poem, and the words were touching, and the poems of the world of mortals wrote joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, short feelings and passions.
Make a pot of green tea, brew a cup of mellow wine, pay homage to the reunion after a long separation, miss deeply, and have deep roots. Once we met, we had a happy time and drank a glass of wine for a long time, but time can't take away our affection.
Incense years, things change, things have always been prosperous, falling in a misty rain, caressing a piece of acacia, cherishing fate, being grateful, having a kind heart, there will be love and warmth on earth.
Every night is affection, every word of every song is lovesickness, every cup of tea, every cup of wine, every flower and every tree is lonely, waiting to meet for a thousand years, waiting for the sea to dry up and the rocks to rot, waiting for the mulberry field to be desolate, waiting for Shan Ye to be boundless, waiting for heaven and earth to merge into one, an unchanging feeling, a doomed fate in this life, beautiful and magical.
Everything in the world is enough, and everything is a reflection of the soul. When I started my love journey, I started from my heart and reached your heart, and my feelings became heavy. Clouds began to fade, once the flowers faded, once the leaves fell, it was a summer night's rain, raging wind, how many feelings I still have after decades, or tears scattered in the world of mortals, the flowers of love faded.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, the night is cool, people are terrible, greetings are repeated, and autumn leaves have fallen. He is like a loving traveler, overlooking the changes in the situation on the road of love, observing the changes in your inner world and giving you the most careful care.
The melody of heartbeat, the confession of love and a love song all symbolize love. Little by little, it is joy, which is inextricably linked with family. The intersection of two souls is warm, without scars, but with joy, without fatigue, but poetic.
The breeze is just right, the affection is strong, and the road into your heart is so spacious and bright. Thanks to the passage of time and the care of God, I have saved enough affection, love and love for you, which is the most unswerving thing in my life and the luckiest gift in my life.
Things are impermanent, but we should laugh it off, and meeting is the most beautiful beginning. There is a reunion in life, and there are joys and sorrows. You can't catch the sea next month, but it is enough to have a sweetheart in front of you. In spring, we plow flowers together, and in summer, we go to worship idols together, but happiness is long, and I will accompany you day and night, from my hair to my hair.
Time flies like water, I can't bear to watch the fallen flowers and the sunset. I waved goodbye, which was too painful and too difficult to turn around and leave. Colorful spring, colorful, flowers fall, and feelings are over. The rest is just deep pity. Whoever loves in the spring is very happy and expresses his lifelong feelings.
Past lives is doomed. You will always be irreplaceable in my heart, and you will always be my only companion in this life. When my love is stationed in your heart, it will be forever. Once upon a time, the road to love was very long, and we rushed for love. Once upon a time, the story was beautiful and love was romantic. Once upon a time, love was a generation of two people. Once upon a time, love was holding your hand and growing old with your son. Love is ups and downs until now, watching ambiguous hand in hand.
It is the normal state in the world that gathering and dispersion are impermanent, rain or shine. Open my heart, embrace you, love you year after year, day after day, as always, gallop on the road of love, accompany you, listen to your voice, and fall in love with you for thousands of years.
Listen to your thoughts before and after the flowers. The past is gone with the wind, a pot of turbid wine makes the world melancholy, and a cup of green tea comforts acacia. The lonely moon still keeps the horizon, the mountains and rivers are still there, and time flies.
The sunset dyed the sky red, intoxicated, and I don't know where to go. Sometimes, when you leave, the sky is dark and all the stars follow you. Everything has feelings, so it is worthwhile to come to this world.
The rest of my life is indescribable in depth, with love and endless joys and sorrows. I thought parting ways was the end of fate. Later, I met, and all the love came back to life. I don't regret missing it. Qianshan is passionate and prosperous, and I am old with you, like water passing by, and happy with you.
A person's loneliness is that love has not arrived, the summer night has fallen asleep, the sky has not cleared up, the flowers have not fully bloomed, the flowers have run out, the clouds have dispersed, the frost and snow have turned cold, the initial heart has changed, the years are ruthlessly chasing, love is neither too heavy nor too slow, and life is neither sad nor happy.
Fate comes and goes like floating clouds, one in your heart, one in your brow, the first heart, the deepest feeling, the longest night and the loneliest waiting. Several sessions of bloom, several rounds of flowers, I waited for you. Love is a kind of practice, and meeting is a kind of fate. Between each other, there is the softness of clouds and water, the warmth of sunrise and western hills, and everything in the world is charming.
Time is a tender warmth, love is a poetic beauty, banish your heart, wander, settle down, meet mountains and rivers, see the world, let the world go away and blossom everywhere, and a plant in your heart will always be the most beautiful touch of cinnabar in the world. When you wake up in spring, the moon is soft, the breeze is Xu Lai, and the flowers are overflowing.