When you are tired of books and cages full of tadpoles, you will go out and lie on the ground and enjoy the peaceful and quiet atmosphere. I don't know when the surrounding trees got new clothes, and I don't know who painted the flowers. I once again realized that the spring of "red peach blossoms are tender and green willows are new" has long been with me, and I once again thought of Su Shi's Dead Hua Lian:
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small willow cotton is blowing on the branches, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea.
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. Laughter drifted away, but passion was mercilessly annoyed!
Every time I see this word, there will always be a drop of sadness in my heart. The peach blossom fan dropped the last peach blossom, and the buttonwood rain soaked the branches and leaves and new buds. In that vibrant season, the poet's sensitive and fragile heart withered. Looking at another falling willow leaf, I can only sigh with emotion: the grass in the sea is growing. Yes, no matter when and where, there is always a meadow in everyone's heart, which always carries their own hopes. Let the sharp and ruthless knife of the years cut open a little bit until things are different. Looking at those old things, I know that I really have nothing.
Everyone once had a little affection, and there lived a favorite person in his heart. Looking up at the starry sky is like her face, and all the wishes add up to her peace and happiness. Keren will leave one day, no matter who is sad, no matter how big or small, only to find that the only one who has accompanied him is the bright moon, which is always as clear as a mirror. Its ups and downs are also full of joys and sorrows, so why not face it calmly? There is a saying in Taoism: misfortune is a blessing, and happiness lies in it. After time's tempering, you may eventually believe that "there is always something to do in life, and there is no need to force it in life."
Passing a house, there was a burst of laughter in the yard, elegant and natural. Folding a willow can't hide the tears in my eyes: more than ten years ago, I personally buried my dead wife, and now I am still wandering and reduced to the end of the world. I don't know when I can go home. Maybe I don't have a home. Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. Only deciduous weeds cover her grave year after year, and there is nowhere to be sad! We also feel that if we didn't meet and fall in love at the beginning, there would be no parting between life and death ... I feel that we always have the same dream at night: back to the beginning, the Xiao Xuan window is dressed up, without language mutual care, only tears. Who said that life is alive, nothing, just self-deception. Woke up and saw a bright moon outside the window, a few small pine trees outside the window, who didn't cry? The sudden laughter brought me back to reality. I really shouldn't be here, as if it were ridicule and irony.
Walking through this house, deja vu laughter is getting farther and farther away from me, and getting smaller and smaller. Until the end, I couldn't hear the sound, and I felt a little calm in my heart. It seems that the emotional calendar has torn off the last page, leaving only a legacy and a sigh. No matter how time flies and how hard life is, we can only go to a deeper end without hesitation until it becomes a visible or invisible black spot in others' eyes, and a person feels that noble loneliness and calm loneliness. What has been lost is irreparable, and reaching out can only hold vanity. Why go back? ...
Walking in spring, or wild flowers, or empty old mountains and forests, watching bees fly butterfly dance, watching flowing water falling flowers. Sitting on the ground, touching the guqin, playing a song "Cloud Water Zen Heart" and waiting for time to pass, that is the real release. A pot of muddy wine, wake up after a song or get drunk, and forget all about the big dream. What's wrong with dreaming of Conan and Huang Liang! Perhaps on the strings, perhaps in the wine glass, I am crawling with a brand-new look: looking up at my wife standing behind me, looking back at the beauty as always, looking up at that moment!