Affection is a tragedy, and every sentence should be read with death.
You are a pleasant person, and your cup should not be empty for me.
-The April Rift in Jian Zhen.
When I can't comfort you, or you don't care about me anymore,
Please remember that in our meager time, there are twelve egrets flying over the lake in autumn.
-The April Rift in Jian Zhen.
The longer I know you, the more I think you are the happy Shui Ze in my life.
I want to forget the world several times, but I always meet you quietly at the end of my rope. This is a disappointment.
I know I can't be your partner and walk with you.
In this world where our eyes can see and our ears can hear, God will not put my hand in yours. These, I promised.
For so many years, I have the honor to be your biggest sharer. Every time we meet, you don't hesitate to pour your inner interest into my cup.
My stubbornness is not because I blame you for any reality, but because I am faithful to my life.
You are very beautiful. You have always been beautiful to me.
-The April Rift in Jian Zhen.
Maybe it's getting late, knowing that it's increasingly impossible to fully realize the ideal beauty in the world of hard work, and it's impossible to piece together complete pieces after seeing it.
To complain bitterly that the world doesn't provide it, you just turn against yourself in vain.
I want to open my mind, but I have an improvisational mood. Wherever I go, I will enjoy it.
Don't ask where you come from, don't be greedy, and don't think whether the first meeting is the last time.
-Jane's "Falling Flowers"
The sound of rubbing leaves came from the Woods. That's the finger of autumn. Sunlight warms the wall, but it cools it at night.
Autumn wears away old leaves. Do you want to hear a new story? The quiet river opened its eyes and said with a smile: there are always people going home, and there are always offshore boats.
-Jane's integrity
Oath is used to bind the surging heart, but it finally binds the void. The mountain forest does not swear the four seasons, it will rise and fall; The ocean does not need to make a commitment to the sandy shore, and it is fun to meet.
Even the language should be abandoned. There is only clean silence and existence between you and me.
-Jian Zhen's "Stone Sea"
Time, overlapping on a tree.
Old branches and leaves are like lids, and new ones stick out from them. Time wrote history on the tree. I didn't finish reading the antique, but suddenly I saw the contemporary.
Old and new, past and present, are not hostile. They know each other in the long river of time and take beauty as their final destination.
-Jane Jane's "People in Eyes"
Let those who know understand, let those who don't understand; Let the world be the world, and I am willing to be my cocoon.
-Jane Jane's beautiful cocoon
Let's spend a bitter tea night telling the vicissitudes of life. We are all persistent and unrepentant people, and eventually we will all wander.
In your small and weak life, I recorded this volume of grovelling scriptures, hoping that one day, you can explain it to me.
-The April Rift in Jian Zhen.
Is he a man who gains and loses, or is he a man who has never gained and is looking for his share?
If he has a good book and loses it, what can better preserve it than endless wandering?
If he can't get it, what can prove the innocence of nothing better than endless wandering?
-"Drink the wine in front of you"
When you are struggling in sorrow, spinning is happy; She cut out the happy brocade and gave it to the sad people. Brilliant or bitter, just like the first sip of tea, remember to pour it out. Strong tea turns weak, and it will naturally return to sweetness after drinking.
-"Waitress"
Just as every drop of wine can't bring back the original grapes, so can I bring back my youth. Yes, the biggest theme in those years was love. Longing for beautiful love, but not knowing how to protect each other; Always embrace each other at the same time, blame each other when praising, ask for it when pouring out, and go their separate ways when joining hands. After parting ways, they looked forward to returning to the Federation, but they struggled not to look back. They endured for two years and three years, until Fu Zhong played a tune and the waves were exhausted, becoming romantic figures in each other's life history.
-"The Problem of Water"
Some smells, even if it's as small as how the wind combs your hair and how the rain moistens your chapped lips, have to wait until you are quite old before you can ponder abstinence. In this way, the experience at that time was rough compared with the later memory; I'm afraid I'll be in a trance when I think about those emotions that I believe are true. Just like a butterfly flying over a wall, it may leave a beautiful image and a faint fragrance-that is, the pollen accidentally leaked when flapping its wings. Maybe nothing, because I forgot that there was a butterfly flying in front of me.
-"Ginger Tea"
Let the world have its footsteps and let me keep my cocoon. When my rotten heart doesn't want to think for a moment, let me quietly return to the cocoon, with memories as the couch and sadness as the cover. This is my only beauty.
If I can't wake up from a dream, I will do it. If there is an endless road, I will go. If there is constant love, I will definitely ask for it.
Let those who know understand, let those who don't understand; Let the world be the world, and I am willing to be my cocoon.
-"Beautiful Cocoons"
River and lake forget each other-Jane
Separated by a mountain and a water, you are my hometown that I can't go back to, and sit with me on both sides of time.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom there, and the sky is full of rosy clouds. Your smile is faint and calm, but I am still watching here, falling like rain, which proves that I have a clear smile. Love is so prosperous and lonely.
Stand up, then sit down and know that there is only a cup of tea with you. The end had already come before me, and I was dormant in a rain in May. Ten minutes may not be enough for a lifetime, but it is enough for me to be old for a lifetime.
The sky in May is full of green glaze, and your porcelain skirt flutters with the wind. There is sunshine everywhere. You take one in your hand, put it in my hand and say, "I love you!" " "In short, I was right. Since then, I have been burdened with heavy shackles and every dream, knowing that there is no hope, but clinging to the only insistence, thinking that I can wait for you to become the most beautiful scenery after all.
If youth can make a bet, I have put all my chips on it, just waiting for you to play a game of cards for nine days and ten places to show me the final winner. Who knows, you left halfway, your sleeves tilted with Changfeng, and you screwed up the gambling. There is no one sitting in the village. This card is like a peach blossom in March, scattered on the May Lake and scattered all over the lake.
So I re-examined fate to see how it wrote this story. As dusk falls, the clouds on the horizon become darker and darker. When people walk, tea is cool, and there is a bright moon. Depending on your back, I waded through, ten feet of red dust decorated you with gorgeous flowers, and thousands of hibiscus clothes clothed you with gorgeous clothes, but you didn't look back at all. In this way, I easily crossed the vicissitudes of life.
Open your palm, the sun is very thin, just as you promised. I love you so much, so I hope you can combine your tears with your promises and see your tenderness with eternity, but I didn't expect years to herald your smile. When the wind blows everywhere, I will kill a comeback in broken arrow and trap me in the danger of never turning over.
I didn't have the courage to cry when I was crazy, but I was conscious when I fell to the ground. I caught a glimpse of the sandstorm in Wan Li. Someone sank his wrist and dialed the cymbals, and wrote a line: "I forgot the Jianghu." Cinnabar is like blood, shocking.
Forget it, talk easy? At the edge of Yuyan Pavilion, you tied my heart with a blue silk sash, and the water in the south of the Yangtze River flooded your eyes. You have always been the source of my life, nourishing my dry eyes, softening my cold and hard heart scab, and forgetting you is better than forgetting myself.
But the night came as scheduled, and the winter wind in March replaced the fireworks. Looking around, I was the only one sitting at the huge dining table, empty and with a cold cup of tea.
I can't help forgetting it.
Ok, just leave like you, find a bluestone under the bodhi tree and watch the vicissitudes of life.
You have reached the other shore, with abundant water plants and peach blossoms in full bloom, which means it is raining, and there are also some concerns about the breeze. I can only get up and leave, but I still can't keep up with your footsteps. Actually, have I synchronized with you? The love of a cup of tea will last my whole life, and only the temperature of this cup of tea will change from warm to cold in an instant.
You raise your hand and put pen to paper, turn the hook and pick out the gobbledygook of youth. I am a weed you can't recognize, and a short line of words is quickly written and turned over by you. Once again, I'm afraid it will be rewritten quietly by the broad and harmonious Wei Ti many years later, so that we can see clearly that splashing ink is so easy and unbearable.
If memories can be drunk, the past can be a hangover. When I wake up, the sky is still sunny and the wind is still clear. After all, the two sides of time can't cross Hangzhou with a reed. I know what you mean.
Needless to say, you can't be forgotten in Jianghu. You can drink in vicissitudes, eat in youth and do in life. After a thousand turns, I will quietly turn around and leave.
Memories always have beautiful and moving forms. When people retell the past, they will unconsciously fall into an illusion and become close to perfection after being repaired by imagination and vanity. Whenever I have experienced those facts, they are so unbearable and despicable. Although this confession of drinking poison to quench thirst always makes people who are greedy for the past doomed not to go too far in this constantly running world.
In our life, we will meet many people. Whether you love it or not, you can be together for a day, a month and a year in your life. When it's time to leave, we can get together and leave, and then spend another day, another month and another year with the next person.
People are not lonely, only afraid of loneliness. I am afraid of loneliness just because I am afraid of the vastness of the world. After all, compared with the world, people are too small and life is too short. This kind of people like to express their existence and give themselves hope and comfort by desperately giving their feelings or desperately asking for them. The result is often only a more profound proof of the essential loneliness of life. Sometimes it's embarrassing. I have nothing to say when I want to say something, and nothing to say when someone can.
A man who loves to grow flowers and grass is either forced to make a living by his profession or a man with extraordinary patience and peace of mind.
Missing is the most powerless thing in life. And humble. On the road of life, the dead have gone, and the living are helpless. The living will eventually become the dead, which constitutes the reincarnation and continuation of the world.
There have been words since ancient times, so keep them well and bury them. You should know how to forgive and cherish your loved ones before they die, so that when you reach the end of the road, you can be gone and have no regrets.
Forget it, talk easy? At the edge of Yuyan Pavilion, you tied my heart with a blue silk sash, and the water in the south of the Yangtze River flooded your eyes. You have always been the source of my life, nourishing my dry eyes, softening my cold and hard heart scab, and forgetting you is better than forgetting myself.
The sky in May is full of green glaze, and your porcelain skirt flutters with the wind. There is sunshine everywhere. You take one in your hand, put it in my hand and say, "I love you!" " "In short, I was right. Since then, I have been burdened with heavy shackles and every dream, knowing that there is no hope, but clinging to the only insistence, thinking that I can wait for you to become the most beautiful scenery after all.
You have reached the other shore, with abundant water plants and peach blossoms in full bloom, which means it is raining, and there are also some concerns about the breeze. I can only get up and leave, but I still can't keep up with your footsteps. Actually, have I synchronized with you? The love of a cup of tea will last my whole life, and only the temperature of this cup of tea will change from warm to cold in an instant.
Needless to say, you can't be forgotten in Jianghu. You can drink in vicissitudes, eat in youth and do in life. After a thousand turns, I will quietly turn around and leave.
-Jane Jane, "I can't forget the rivers and lakes"
In the past seven years, we have woven our own lies in different ways, and we have indeed avoided the dangerous beach of reality unscathed. Only at this moment will you be honest with me, as if I were the only one who didn't want to hide your face. Then, how unfortunate it is that we can't be deceived by indifferent dreams, and how lucky it is to go to the meeting alone after the robbery.
-Jian Zhen's "April Tear"
Sometimes, give yourself to the chairs in the streets and cinemas. That night, I went to the cinema for no reason, just sitting around, someone came to drive, change a chair, and someone came to ask for it. Finally, I took out my ticket and looked at it carefully. I walked to the corner seat in the dark. This is my own. Destined. Forever doomed. I suddenly realized that the strong are all white, and my space has already been arranged. As soon as I was born, I tried my best to push it into that space, whether I like it or not. Obediently obey the arrangement, return to that space, bid farewell to the colorful world, bid farewell to what I love, and return to the corner where I once escaped and thought I could never go back. When the sound of the grating fell, I knew I would never get out again.
Is it kind to force the pupa to break its cocoon and let it fall into the spider web?
All birds think it is a good thing to hold fish in the air.
Sometimes, I will foolishly advise myself to go the same way, buy the same flowers, listen to familiar voices, look out the window, imagine that the little light is still on, and put on a dress for myself, thinking that I can return to the world that has passed away, at least, close my eyes and feel really colorful.
If I have a dream that I can't wake up, I will definitely do it.
If there is an endless road, I will go;
If my love can't be exchanged, I will definitely ask for it.
If, if there is nothing, let me return to the soil of fate! The beauty of these 20 years is a white lie. I turned the most beautiful part into spring mud together.
Let people who know understand,
Let people who don't understand don't understand;
Make the world a world,
I am willing to be my cocoon.
-Jane Zhenzhi
Buddha said that only by looking back 500 times in previous lives can you get a pass in this life. My valley, how many times I looked at it affectionately in my last life, just to get back another unforgettable love memory.
Acacia is dust, a lingering dream, the past is vague, and everything has a touching and gentle story.
-Jane's "Butterfly Plum Fall"
Excerpt from April Rip
Author: Jane Zhen
The gobbledygook in March was misprinted, but no one knew it.
The hills in the suburbs are covered with snow, and the rhododendrons and thin cherries on the mountainside are still naively waiting for spring.
All lives that are not cherished should be proud of being out of print!
The clouds in March overturned Shui Gu in February, just like a thin poem boat carrying the chaos of the past years.
Forgive me for cutting the cold and quiet official uniform into suitable ordinary cloth, and your silk embroidery into a secret bag for storing four things. Your skillful three-line rhyme monk Laifeng has become a patchwork picture in my hands. Quiet, rainy in March, I want to rob boxes and boxes, and then tear a towel handkerchief that doesn't sweat and wipe tears.
Then, how unfortunate it is that we can't be deceived by indifferent dreams, and how lucky it is to go to the meeting alone after the robbery.
I feel that in an unknown place, something seems far away and close at hand; It seems that there is something inside and outside, which has always attracted me.
With more leisure, watching the sea and stars has become a pastime of forgetting myself. I'm glad to walk into' time' to experience the throb of time.
According to the Bible, if life passes through the fire of an alchemist and spreads people's alkali, it will surely taste the overflowing glass.
If you give up the boat for her, you will no longer be honored in her eyes. If she gives up the boat for you, she will torture herself with lifelong regrets.
In my mind, you have always been a noble soul and I admire you. The longer I know you, the more I think you are the happy Shui Ze in my life.
I want to forget the world several times, but I always meet you quietly at the end of my rope. This is a disappointment.
I am used to eating poor sand and coarse grains, but I feel honey when I swallow it. Maybe this is my Canaan.
You are really a likable person. Your cup should not be empty for me.
Let's spend a bitter tea night telling the vicissitudes of life. We are all persistent and unrepentant people, and eventually we will all wander.
A thin line of cherry blossoms, green and green, reminds me of the beauty of the frozen lips of cherry blossoms in winter. Although it is sad, I would rather choose peerless sadness than plain and graceful.
Sometimes it is a lost poem, and sometimes it becomes a faint floating smoke, but it is a sigh of regret-from the most exquisite thinking in one's life. ...
Looking for four cloves of clover in three cloves of vinegar.
I came back that afternoon, inexplicably, with a kind of pain and happiness that was tightly embraced by life. I think that arch must contain the memory of a world.
You know how to keep a low profile, and you are only willing to cut a small hole so that the pondered life can come to my eyes in a childlike manner.
This man is a lonely man!
In one day, we should know each other and give endless love to thousands of streams of life.
You value my stubborn life more than your own.
There is always a feeling of prosperity in life, but it doesn't get muddy!
I am gradually willing to attribute all sadness, ignorance, great pain and ignorance to a simple optimism. I think this is the ultimate realm of life.
When you always conquer the sadness of life with the sadness of poetry, I try to disintegrate the cliff of fate with the cliff of literature; When I can't comfort you, or you can't care about me anymore, please remember that in our meager time, there are twelve egrets flying over the lake in autumn.
Morning always makes me feel happy, as if I have absorbed the power of sunrise and possessed the wildness of Mercedes-Benz and the desire to conquer.
When we meet, we actually take the opportunity to release ourselves from the tortuous path and work together to find our own way with a big but improper gesture.
I know very well that love will be thin, but as an open-minded person, after being whipped by love and love, morality will be the most expensive game-writing protocol in life.
The development of every life needs to suck the fruits of all kinds of love, and all the empty flavors, people always have the possibility of reconstruction in different dimensions.
Any relationship, if it can't inspire another role and rules to make up for the cliff between fantasy and reality, will not be cherished by me after all.
People who give up the secular track usually have to spend more effort to guide themselves, and there is no possibility of turning back.
If love is the most beautiful study, I am willing to testify, it is because we have learned that giving is better than taking, freedom is better than collecting, transcendence is better than staying together, and life morality is better than secular living.
Think of me as your hometown you can't go back to, hang my thoughts on the dogwood on September 9, and the storm in late spring this year, all of which are yours.
If the sky in April refuses to tear, how to start with the clothes in May?