Knowledge of predestination, joys and sorrows of past lives, laughing at a dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Zhao Guangyi laughs at joys and sorrows of past lives, and Gan Kun has a lot to say. There are many feelings in nature, but ignorance will not last long. Attachment is increased every week in the world, and good and evil in the world are relaxed. The bustling city has nothing to do, and the bright moon is busy.
Jinse [Tang] Li Shangyin originally translated "I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a flowery interval of youth.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Mulberry seed picking was a distinguished guest ten years ago.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Ten years ago, I respected the former guests, the moon was white and the wind was clear, and I was sad and withered. Time flies when people are old. Although the temple changed its mind, it is better to wear gold as much as possible. Old songs are terrible. It's like being drunk in the past.
Farewell to lover
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Clear water does not move, peach blossoms are on the shore. Peach blossoms make water color, and waves shake spring color. I like my son's beauty and my articles. The wind blows away the green harp, which is purple in curvature. Once a fish in the water, now two birds. Mourning is a long cry, breaking acacia trees at five o'clock every night and giving hearts. Water under the bridge, the clouds are light and the wind is light. There are birds at the end of the world, but there is no Hua Yao's voice.
Jiuquanzi Changyi West Lake
Song Dynasty: Pan Lang
Remember the West Lake. Looking at the balcony all day: fishing boats in twos and threes, the island is crisp in autumn. The flute sounded in the reeds, and Bai Niao began to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
Nan Xiang zi bi yue Xiao hong Lou
Song Dynasty: Sun Weixin
Listen to the flute and reminisce about the past in the small red chamber in Biyue. First frost is cold and dry, and the sky is like water, Yangzhou. Fortunately, fame is always worrying. The dust is black. The needle and thread are hard, and my fingers are soft. After 30 years of dreaming, rest. Empty is a plum blossom with a white head.
Then send Lan Liu [Song] Huang Tingjian and invivo, who are old in their arms and carry on the family line, making their children angry. As long as you are satisfied with everything, how can the five Ding be superior to the officials? Haiyan urges people to return to the cooperative, and the river flowers and rains. Recalling the meeting 20 years ago, Tang Di breathed a sigh of relief.
Nian Nujiao worships the door Cui Suo [Song] Zhao Yifu worships the door Cui Suo, laughs when the shark breaks, and meets cold food. In early spring, the country is mighty and ferns are all over the mountain. Elm fire spreads new, willow cotton blows old, and sorrow is empty. The flowers have passed. Swimming bees turn into honey. Memories of * * * drunk West Lake, many poetry friends, pitching into sorrow. The moon is full of light, and I still miss the colors at that time. When the oriole dances, the white horse shines, so don't treat the mountain gods. It's easy to get a canal.
Mo Shan Xi Ao Shan Feng Que [Song] Hong Hao Ao Shan Feng Que, how many couples fly. As soon as Cui Hua came, he celebrated the Spring Festival and Jimbo Wu Ying. Lotus lanterns are everywhere, and attendants go upstairs to kill time. Pass me the orange. Listen to the sky at your fingertips. I was tired of wanting to stop, so I was advised to stay in the afternoon. Help jade flowers, and even pear gardens. Recalling the past, one night is nine ileums, and the emperor's kindness is mighty. Return delay. Leading Jiangnan Road.
Inscription and Postscript of Painting and Calligraphy in the Ancient Hall of Shuidiao Getou Style Volume 20 [Yuan] Xu Xun Panmawan Peak, a bird-playing room. Remember youth, eat, drink and be merry, and reduce old heroes. 36 peaks are green, 360 beaches are blue, and the road is heavy. Hold hands and ask Xianbo if it's fair. I visited the Kremlin with my young son and kindness. A little snow is high in space, and sorrow melts into a cup. But if you have to retire, why use your family to set aside the house, and your chicken and dog will take off. Whistling down the mountain, the wind is blowing under your feet.
A beautiful and sad sentence describing memories of the past.
Memory is a form of meeting, and forgetting is a form of freedom. . . . .
Don't judge a person by what you see, because what you see may be what they want you to see.
Well, he called and asked, "How are you?" Your usual answer: "I'm fine." In fact, you still love him, and you are not good at all. Men pretend to be strong, but they are afraid that women will find him weak. A woman pretends to be happy, but in fact she is afraid that a man will find her sad.
There are only two kinds of people in the world. For example, if you get a bunch of grapes, one person chooses the best to eat first, and the other person saves the best for last. The first person should be optimistic as usual, because every grape he eats is the best grape left over; The second person should be pessimistic, because every grape he eats is the worst grape left. But the opposite is true, because the second kind of people still have hope, and the first kind of people only have memories.
In my hazy memory, my hometown is a mud house, a beach and a sky, but what attracts me most is the stream. ...
It turns out that I am just a gorgeous puppet, performing all the prosperity in the world, only to find that countless gold and silver threads touch me behind me-even if I raise my hand.
I have to hold out my hand to say goodbye. He was the best at that time, and I was the best later. But the best part is that there is still a whole youth between us. No matter how you run, you can't cross your youth, so you have to reach out and say goodbye.
Whether it is pain or happiness now, happiness or sadness once, I will think of it occasionally. This feeling is called memory.
You know you need to let go, but you can't let go because you are still waiting for the impossible to happen. This feeling is really hard.
The best thing is not the rainy day, but the roof where you take shelter from the rain.
You can't recover what you lost by crying, so don't cry easily; If you are not sad, bow your head and don't be stingy with your smile; Don't give just because you think you can, so don't promise easily.
Thank you for your existence, the deepest and most perfect place in my memory. Thank you. Because of you, I only remember these furry outlines. They have a big aperture and call me a happy person.
Childhood life is like a colorful dream, like a string of colorful pearls, which makes people miss and recall.
The riots at the airport soon stopped. People here have their own direction, taking off and landing in a hurry, taking away other people's stories and leaving their own memories.
Memory is the last link between you and me. BiBi Zhou, how are you?
Life is like this, and there will inevitably be pain and injury. No matter whether I catch it or leave it, those things can't be separated from me, although some things can't be turned back, some memories can't be sorted out, and some people can only be buried forever.
The beautiful story has just begun, and the tragedy has begun to count down.
You are such a fool, only you will always tell me that I love you, but if people like me are still loved, then the world is really unfair.
I don't think people are more and more tolerant when they are mature, and they can accept everything. On the contrary, I think it should be a process of gradual elimination, knowing what is the most important and what is not. Then, be a simple person.
Memories slowly began to erode reality, and the joy of my early years poured in bit by bit, which made me want to know where my strange and familiar partners were born and how they are doing now. I want to say too much, and now I just want to ask, how are you doing? Do you remember your childhood friends?
Oh, in a happy age, who will refuse to experience childhood again?
Living for two months, there is no animation, no American drama, no music, no writing, no online games, and some just study and study again. Such an opportunity is hard-won, and I don't want to have it again.
It's hard to forget someone. Between forgetting and remembering, we are all entangled in the gains and losses of love and hate. Feelings are selfish and will not be easily forgotten after experience, unless they are heartless, but we should not lose vitality for feelings that have become the past. We should clear the way for future and next progress.
. What I once said is actually floating in the wind. Only the oath in the notebook is left, as if laughing at my cowardice.
I am at a loss now. I may want to attract my parents' attention every adolescence, but it backfired. I found that they didn't love me.
The world is magnificent, I enjoy it with you. I will share all the beautiful things in the world with you. Only disaster, I stand alone.
Rainbow memory, I will cherish her in my heart. When I recall it again, I may have different interests.
When I was watching it, I was thinking, if I went back to that time and did something better, would I avoid something? Close the photo album, close the memories and realize that people should move on. Instead of thinking about what you have, it is better to enrich yourself now, try to improve the bad and continue to care about the good. Reminds me of the present and feels that I have done my best. What would you think if you opened the previous photos?
You stubbornly live in memories, but you don't know that others have created new memories.
The reason why people are unhappy may also be that they have delayed.
The shadows in my memory are mysterious. In the hot summer, I walked alone in the shade. On the way to school, those who used to be simple and happy were free and unrestrained, and that happiness was around me, lingering. "What a wonderful memory, I am rebellious in junior high school, interpreting youth and frivolity.
Life is always spent in constant pursuit. Looking back on my college life in the past year, I experienced the pain of failure and the joy of success. It is in this constant pursuit of life goals that I feel the richness of college life: participating in various club activities, holding various professional competitions and organizing various tourism activities. They enriched every day of my college life and gave me a source of motivation to pursue.
Looking at the sky quietly, recalling the past dribs and drabs, I found that the original perfection has gradually grown old. The beautiful things that have passed away can only be left to memories, and they can never go back to the past. Open those bleak title pages and look back, feeling that the past years are empty. However, I don't want to let go, but time has relentlessly released my hand. The past is over, and it can never come back.
Childhood is the brightest color in memory. My father is holding colorful kites, and my mother is sending me milky milk. Childhood is the most beautiful voice in memory. It's a squeaky windmill bought at the temple fair, and it's a quacking duckling made by grandpa himself. Childhood is a stream flowing with joy; Childhood is a sweet song; Childhood is my eternal memory.
Whether you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy; Miss me, or don't miss me, I feel there, and I won't come or go; Do you love me or not? Love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing; You follow me, or you don't follow me. My hand is in your hand. Don't give up.
Thank you, my dear diary. Thank you for accompanying me through loneliness and seeing the light in the dark. I have understood the shortcomings and the unattainable beauty. I will take care of you and have secrets to share with you. This is the only memory I am proud of.
Maybe one day, you turn around and I'm not at that intersection.
Memories are touching, but just take time to greet yourself and give all the promises a deadline. This period is short-lived. If you like, it will be forever. If not, you can also say that this is just a lie.
Childhood is like running water, which is gone forever, but the interesting past of childhood will never be forgotten.
The journey of youth makes us have too many pursuits, and finding and experiencing the light of youth has become an oath in our hearts. We have carried our ideals countless times, and set out with the midnight bell to pursue the glory of youth. Maybe we still have nothing, maybe the road of youth is still long, maybe the road ahead will be full of bumps and thorns. However, we can take our ideals as the classics and actions as the latitudes, and make unremitting strides toward distant goals.
Maybe some people or things have been lost before we know how to cherish them. Maybe when we have them, we think they will always be ours, but in a moment of turning around, what belongs to us no longer exists, leaving only regret and pain.
I have been riding a wooden horse for thousands of years, but I have been spinning in your love.
. If. All wounds can heal. If. All sincerity can be exchanged for real meaning. If. All beliefs can be adhered to. If. All emotions can be perfect. If. We can also meet in a city. Simple smile. Slightly happy. A wanton hug. That would be great. But it's really just if.
People will experience many things in their life, which will happen whether you like it or not.
In fact, the best day is nothing more than that you are making trouble and he is laughing, such a warm life.
An exam, a group of people, broke up. There are only memories left.
Because it is full of vitality and air, people often worry about its fragility or even collapse. However, the river of youth will never stop, and despite the obstacles of dangerous beaches and reefs, it can't stop its determination to turn back. Conforming to the laws of nature, the back wave ruthlessly destroys the figure of the front wave, and the front wave will willingly help the back wave flow to the distance.
Looking back, it was just a false alarm.
I am not strong enough to wait for you to get lost.
Lonely people will always remember everyone who appears in their lives, just as I will always think of you.
Thinking of a wonderful piece of music from childhood makes you crazy; Childhood is also like fireworks in the night sky, which makes you jump for joy. My childhood was full of happiness, innocence and romance. Although my childhood was short, I was full of happiness. Unfold the picture of childhood and savor it carefully, and you will feel endless happiness.
Just like sleeping or waking up. A recliner, an old radio, playing your favorite FM, seems to sleep or wake up in comfortable and fuzzy eyes. This is my previous holiday afternoon.
Yesterday always belongs to the past, and the past always belongs to death regardless of success or failure; Yesterday, like a meteor across the sky, it was too late to say hello; Yesterday, it was like a dandelion flying all over the sky, showing its ostentatious state.
If you really love someone, you will fall into an uncontrollable whirlpool, and you can't help thinking about his goodness, remembering the time spent with him, doing something for him, and caring about everything about him. Similarly, you can feel whether he loves you or not and how much he loves you, and this feeling is quite true and accurate. You don't have to lie to yourself, let alone force yourself. If you really can't, you must learn to turn around.
How many times, how many times, memories have drawn life into a circle, and we can't get rid of it after turning around in the same place countless times. I have always wanted to go back to the place where I first met. If I can choose again, I can love more simply.
I have never been known by anyone, so I have not been forgotten by anyone. Living in other people's memories is not my purpose.
When you say you are not good, I feel very painful and don't know how to comfort you. When you say you are drunk, I feel miserable and confused. My language is too pale. Everything you say makes my heart ache. Too many can't, don't want to, want to leave, leave this painful you. On the other hand, it is too difficult to empathize with others. I only care about my love. I forgot to leave, once and for all, I am used to having you, I am used to loving everything about you.
Everyone is a king, dominating in his own world. You don't listen to me, but you don't want me to listen to you either.
Since I always miss each other, what is there to worry about? I will remember your silhouette with a nostalgic attitude, whether I miss you or not, the first summer, the folding of cicadas, and that embarrassing summer, I don't want to admit [. ].
Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn. Some words become memories when spoken, and some landscapes become poems and paintings when looked at. Our company is no exception. Walking has become the warmest part of life and is inseparable. Through the distance, we have gone through one journey after another.
Time has passed, and we have forgotten that we once loved someone without hesitation, forgotten her loveliness, and forgotten everything she did for me.
Long time no see. How can I greet you with tears, smiles and silence?
Without happiness, the smile is still there. There are no fairy tales, and childhood is still there.
Give each trouble a period of time, try your best to solve it within a limited time, please give the rest of the time back to your happy self.
Due to the limitation of conditions, not a drop of water can stir in the torrent, not every river can flow into the sea within a thousand miles, some are ruthlessly evaporated before landing, and some are artificially wasted. Still, it can't change its young personality.
When you see a mountain, you will come out, and when you see a river, you will come out. If you can observe your own pain, you will begin to get rid of it. If the night is too cold, you can burn incense, make tea, or miss, there is always a kind of warmth. Don't lean on the old wall full of memories of you and me, there will be time to peel off. Tashiram blossoming's "Muttering"
Accept it or not, sometimes we have no choice, and the initial memory is not missed. No matter when, as long as you know how to cherish, you will not be defeated. It turned into black and white, and finally the picture gradually settled down and became vivid and full of nostalgia, all of which were fresh in people's memory.
When you walk, you will be scattered and your memory will fade; Watch, you are tired and the stars are dim; Listen, I woke up and started complaining; Looking back, I found that you were gone, and suddenly I was confused.
There are always some memories that are repeated in sighs, and the old movies become more and more miserable after the passage of time. Occasionally standing in front of the screen, my heart is no longer painful and my eyes are not red. It's just that I sigh a lot.
Even tears are a memorial; Even if you shed tears, you can't go back to your childhood.
I put her smile in the nearest place to time. I just want her to smile in my time and keep smiling.
Learn to forget, learn not to torture yourself with memories.
It turns out that as long as people are separated, people who are familiar with each other will gradually alienate.
Tears are dry and dry. Memory can only be pieced together.
I remember that full moon night, when we were walking in the bright moonlight with white clouds overhead. You just casually put your long arm on my shoulder and said something irrelevant. You have long legs and big steps, but we are surprisingly in step. You said we were in tune. Step on the moon and forget to return.
Everyone has a period of sadness, trying to hide shattered glass.
It is said that love doesn't have to be short or long, as long as two hearts are connected; However, although China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor; If you talk about two kinds of feelings for a long time, is it sooner or later? But how many nights and dawns are you looking forward to with that sincere feeling?
I once asked a person: If I lose sleep, will the whole world lose sleep? At least I will. She answered innocently. If so, how does she know when I will lose sleep and when I will wake up? If I had a choice, I would rather stay awake. Or, go to bed Wake up and sleep, sleep and wake up, really tired.
We are not lovers, but we have good memories and your love.
Some things are destined to be the past; Some feelings are destined to be memories; Some things are destined to happen so much; Some pictures are destined to stay only once.