When I first saw this sentence, a clear spring rippled in my heart, bright, gentle, soft, appropriate and natural!
Years will portray the face; Time flies, it will be vicissitudes; Love nourishes the soul. Therefore, people who love will have a quiet face and a good smell.
Endless love is vast, the river of love trickles down, the water is weak, just take a ladle. In the flow of time, I met you, neither earlier nor later. Since then, my hair has been tied for a long time. People who love each other don't need to ask why and what they love. "Love is not cause and effect", but only you and me.
In this life, the most beautiful picture is holding an oil-paper umbrella and listening to the flowers. In this life, the most beautiful time is to row a blue boat with you and swim in the depths of the lotus. In this life, the most touching favor is to look into each other's eyes, feel the deep affection in each other's eyes and hear the deep love in each other's hearts.
At this moment, a sentence from Jing M. Guo flashed through my mind: "We miss during the day and dream at night, but we have an intentional agreement, and we can't stop thinking because of love." The book is not full of words, and the words are not full of meaning. I can't help but want to tell you that I really miss you. "Love is simple, but beautiful. There is an empty lake in my heart, reflecting the clear and familiar appearance of each other.
In this world, the truest feeling is that you can't fool others, let alone yourself. The ruthless indifference on the surface can't extinguish the burning flame inside. If time is a knife, can it cut off all memories? If the time in the Arctic is very cold, can all the memories be frozen? If time is poison, can it anesthetize the troubles given by love? This song, like Burning, sings the helplessness that I want to forget but can't let go. Pain is burning, love is burning, and my heart is burning. I have always thought that time is the best medicine, which can cure all pain. Unexpectedly, time is terrible, and it will never erase the deep imprint that was once engraved on the face of years.
When you have experienced a real love, you will understand that the best love in the world is to have the courage to pay for one person. Even if you are black and blue, you have no regrets. After a washing of true love, you will understand that "instant is eternity" is not only a philosophy, but also a silent watch.
After years of youth and frivolous, rationality gradually precipitated in life, once enthusiasm gradually faded, and once unruly gradually shrank. How many memories can be rewritten? How much love can be repeated? When you step into the deep circle of thirty, you will find that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and the ends of the earth are illusory. No one will be anyone's past life, and no one will be anyone's present life. Walking into the rings of the 1930s, you will understand that the Three Sacred Stones, Forgotten River and Naihe Bridge are just legends. Whether you drink Meng Po Tang or not, the past life will not last into this life, nor will it last into the afterlife. The sea will eventually become a mulberry field. Who will always be who? Who is the only one for whom? In your thirties, you will think that Butterfly Lovers and become a butterfly are myths, the moving stories in The West Chamber are all in the songbook, and all the eternal songs are in the distant era. In your thirties, you are no longer obsessed with worshipping "mountains have no boundaries, and heaven and earth are in harmony, so you dare to separate from you." The pledge of eternal love is only temporary. Life is full of too many variables to grasp. Many times, you can't be yourself at all. How far is forever? No one can predict. Sometimes two people are together because of love, not because they love each other more. So, who can understand whose deep love? Who can understand whose departure? When you are in your thirties, you will find sweet words funny, and so will diamond roses, because when you hold roses, you may not hold love, and when you wear diamonds, you may not have purity and eternity. In your thirties, you will understand that love is a feeling of pure self, without any external factors. Love a person not because of who he is, but because of who I am with him.
True love takes root and sprouts in the dull fleeting time, and accompanies the lonely soul in loneliness, much like the pot of bright green Clivia on the windowsill in winter, which is light and elegant. True love must be quiet, gentle, non-noisy, inconspicuous, and more often it is a heavy sense of happiness. Every time I think about it, I feel more cordial. This kind of beauty is like a gentle hand, which instantly warms my life, beautifies my mood and moistens my soul. Plain, can withstand the wind and rain of the fleeting time, still should not be the first, that is admirable love.
The emotional world is fantastic and mysterious, so that no one can make it clear that the Tao is clear. On-off and on-off is always a fate. Don't complain, don't be stubborn, leave some dignity for yourself, and try your best to do it no matter how difficult it is. Zhang Ailing said, "If you like someone, you will humble yourself to the dust and then bloom." How much she loved Hu Lancheng, even humble, but the sad ending was betrayed by Hu Lancheng. Since then, her life has become gloomy and her creative inspiration has dried up. What kind of robbery is love?
Life, perhaps it can be said, is a kind of fate without meeting someone you love deeply. In life, it is a heartfelt regret to miss someone you love deeply. In life, what kind of sadness and desolation is it to pay someone who is not worthy of deep love without reservation?
Buddha said: "Love is not a cause and effect, and fate is doomed to life and death." On the road of love, everyone will worship hard in front of the Buddha, sing devoutly in Sanskrit, and knock on the 500-ring method, hoping to touch the sky, even if it has been reincarnation for thousands of years, just to find a favorite beauty, an Iraqi who deserves deep love and heart. I hope everyone can get positive results and blessings in the practice of love, and let the magical aura of love beautify life and dress up the years.
Feelings exist in many ways. Choose the wisest and most suitable way to water the garden of love. Many times, love is a person's business, a person's duty, a person's self-knowledge, a person's eternity, nothing else, nothing to do with the wind and the moon, nothing to do with mountains and water.
Lin Weiyin's Love seems to roughly explain the form of love. The love between her and Xu Zhimo is vigorous, pure and true, and finally separated by Zhang Youyi's sad reminder and persistent watch on life. Is her marriage with Liang Sicheng perfect? Liang Sicheng knew that he was not Xu Zhimo after all. Marriage is actually for others, but love is his own. Lin's love for Xu Zhimo has already been given. He is tired, and so is she. Not long after Lin died, he couldn't wait to take the students home and said something that sounded chilling: "It turns out that real couples should be so relaxed and beautiful together." Love with rational and calm Kim is a beautiful conversation. Kim has always controlled his feelings with the highest reason. He loved Lin all his life and never married. Jin's love explains Yuan Zhen's poem "The sea is difficult for water, but amber is always there". In the world of love, you don't need to judge the results, and you don't need to care who is right or wrong. As long as you really loved, walked with your heart and cherished it wholeheartedly, it should be a beautiful thing. It's okay not to be together. I think, Jin is happy and lucky. No matter whether it is disaster or fate, how many people look for it, and it is still miserable all their lives, and it is difficult to find a true love.
Time is poetic, time is picturesque, fragrant years shine with love, and fleeting time is elegant with beautiful feelings. Holding a ray of fluorescence and twisting a small wish, I planted chrysanthemums in my heart, which attracted bees to dance among the flowers and butterflies to get drunk. Pick a breeze, pick a cloud, dance happily in the world of mortals, pick a leaf, cut a flower, and take care of yourself by the stream. Flowers bloom for the season, and flowers fall for reincarnation. I sing the Sanskrit of love with the time of flowering. Live a simple life, walk happily and often reach out to pick the stars in the sky. It's impossible to do this, but at least I won't get my hands dirty. Honey, you know what? You are the brightest and most beautiful star in my bright starry sky.
The gentleness of the sun crosses the tunnel of the universe, making this winter hut full of smiles, smiling and looking up at the blue sky, letting go of obsession, quiet and safe. The pure spring in the eyes is telling the love of a lifetime. Looking through the autumn water, we can see the distant and charming world, indifferent and prosperous, retaining the moment, with faint white clouds dotted with blue, as usual, the sound of the waves remains the same. Those broken hearts flashing in the streamer, the feelings of missing, the warm season, close your eyes, bring your feelings, put on colorful sunshine, cross the vast time and space, and the world is presented in a warm sunshine. Dear, nice to meet you! Honey, it's good to be in love! Dear, it's good to miss it!
Everyone has the belief of planting flowers and trees, and everyone has a beautiful rose garden in their hearts. Fragrance flows in his blood, colors render life, flowers bloom and fall season after season, and life is warmed and broken in the cycle.