Collection of Ancient Style Prose · Hundreds of Beauties and Thousands of Reds
1. A mountain can't separate two people from missing each other, and the end of the world can't separate them from being speechless. I will miss you for three lifetimes, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup alone, bury myself among the bones of the mountain, and listen to the trickling water. The breeze is dancing with falling flowers! Listen to the wind sing, it can't finish my lifelong thoughts, and the long flowing water can't finish my lifetime love.
2. The years are fleeting with a flick of the fingers, and the dust of songs disperses, and the longing is lost; lightly touching the strings of the piano, as delicate as the wind, who will break the longing? The affection that wraps around the fingers, the attachment of a lifetime, in the harmony of the pipa, interprets the nostalgia of the years one after another; when the love is deep, the loneliness is hard to hide, and the murmur in the ears is like a sigh when the flowers fall; the love cannot be told. Playing the shengxiao, no one will pity the loneliness in this life, spreading silently in the haze; grabbing a stream of running water, carrying a breeze, dyeing the flower paper white.
3. We are all passers-by in this mortal world, am I fascinated by you? Who is heartbroken for me? In the vast sea of ??people, who should I stay for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water be treasured? The world smiles, how many people have never found their true love throughout their lives, and how many people have lost themselves in the search... Tearing at the broken flowers in the sunset, let the love of a lifetime turn into the corners of the old eyes.
4. If I can, I can stay with you for a thousand years and never grow old. I just want to care for you and give you a charming smile for a thousand years. If I am willing, I am willing to stay with you forever. I only want to miss you in black silk and white clothes. Your face in my heart is like the blooming and falling of a lotus, the setting sun's ink, the gentle ripples of your whispers, a few songs raised to the sky, and the fireworks that fill the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in the pavilion a mile away, with your bright jade fingers curled up in the gentle breeze, painting a corner of the blue sky and rising from the shore of the Meishui River?
5. Love is hurt, how many people have suffered, how many memories have been ruined; love is sad, how many people have been cold, how many thoughts have been lost, even though moths fly to the flames, they still have no hesitation, only looking at love, hurting others and hurting themselves, but it is It cannot be cut off in a lifetime, so many lovesicknesses have been shed, so many infatuated tears have been shed, so many cups of turbid wine have been drunk, so many worldly loves have been tasted! If you are my lotus, then let me stay in love with you forever.
6. The rhyme of a musical instrument conveys joy and sorrow in the world. A touch of vicissitudes of life fills the sleeves, leaving no trace of worldly sentiments. Dance a lifetime of prosperity between your fingers, and play a romantic and melancholy song. Carry a bright moon and a wisp of breeze through the dust and smoke of thousands of years. The delicate fingers of loneliness slide over the sadness of the soul, showing how much affection remains. How many smiles and tears flowed, and suddenly I looked back, and in a dream, I spent all my life's tenderness and poetry, but when I looked back in confusion, I had already lost you.
7. If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. The words of Lishan are gone till midnight, and the rain and bells at night end without complaint. How lucky is the brocade clothes, the wings and branches are linked to the wishes of the day. Love does not have to last forever, the fragrance floats just right, ruthlessness does not necessarily mean determination, I only want you to remember: each other's smiles when we first met.
8. Looking back at the past life, we are connected in this life, and in the world of mortals, who can we rely on! The so-called beauty is on the other side of the water. The beauty is hard to rely on and sheds thousands of tears! Leaning alone by the window, the moon shines on my face, looking forward to myself, feeling sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day by day and look forward to it every night! Magpies come to the branches, adding to the desolation, hopelessness, and tears on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty grows old easily, but how can one stop drinking wine? If we depend on each other, don’t leave!
9. Tears in the sea, clouds in Wushan, and the bustling world of Zimo, when I suddenly look back, the flower-like face and the sea-like tenderness will shine through the yellowing fleeting years, engraving eternal beautiful moments in the history books. Tonight, the orchid boat is far away, and the fragrant grass is far away; I don’t want the willows to dance, and I don’t remember the flying flowers. The clouds are broken and sparse shadows are slanting horizontally; the geese pass by and perch silently. At this time, I just want to be with you, Chanjuan.
10. Sorrow, softened into a thousand knots of heart under whose music? When the moon sets and the crow crows, who is singing about the millennium of wind and frost? Back then, I was infatuated with a smile, and I was destined to be entangled with you for thousands of years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I can't help but get drunk on the dawn wind and the waning moon in my previous life. Deep in the lotus flowers, on the bank of willows, the misty rain towers are still vast and vast.
11. In the dream, whose jade flute is sentimental and whose singing is melodious and melodious? The clear sound is like the sound of nature in the world, and the echo flows through the flowing water, across the mountains, and falls in the wind hundreds of times. Silks of tenderness are like flowers falling all over the sky, petals flying over the beauty, falling on the pillow, and transforming into thousands of pieces in dreams. When I hear the place where I forget my love, I drink three-quarters of the flowing water and seven-quarters of the spring scenery, making it very sweet.
12. Looking back for the last time on the Naihe Bridge, the last trace of nostalgia for the mortal world turned into two lines of clear tears on the pale cheeks. Tears poured into Meng Po Tang, and the three living stones were placed in front of me. The past and present life, multiple reincarnations appeared in front of my eyes, thousands of generations of ice, tens of thousands of years of loneliness, all returned to silence at that moment. No matter how we parted in the past life, no matter how we meet in this life, no matter how we meet again in the next life. Life is like a dream, full of twists and turns...
13. On that day, you were the end of the world and I was the corner of the sea, looking at each other in despair; in that life, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring, our shapes and shadows were intertwined, unable to intertwine; in that life, you were by the Qingshui River. , I am by the Naihe Bridge; your deep call brings my deep affection. Three lives with beautiful hair, a lifetime of care, we are not a fairy tale after all, and you are just a comic that I have missed in my whole life.
14. Missing is a directionless wind that blows away the traces of time. The messy dance steps go through the long four seasons, and become poetry in the warm days.
Even if we can't rely on each other closely, we still look forward to the opportunity to get closer to each other. The footsteps that are getting farther and farther, the emotions that are like wounds every inch, in the gap between the tiredness of the heart and the heart, measure a kind of sadness called distance.
15. Look, who is sitting under the Bodhi tree, counting the fallen flowers that reincarnate season after season. The soft murmurs, rustling sighs, and gurgling lovesickness charm Rouge's coquettish youth. Listen, who is playing a sad string sound in the three thousand mortal world. Who is it, intoxicated in the mist and red dust, writing the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the world with the fragrance of ink? A Tang poem, a Song poem, a flute music, ripples of the nostalgia of the past and present life.
16. If a beautiful woman has a dream, then a gentleman can interpret it; if a gentleman has words, then a beautiful woman can listen to it; all the prosperity will eventually turn into mist, with the flowers fading, the moon bending, the frost and dew heavy, so close to the end of the world, I am lonely like smoke, You sit alone like a lotus, and the evening breeze quietly seeps in through the window lattice, leaving a feeling of ice-clear pain in your bones, wrapped in a plain and light worry, when will you be able to understand those passionate eyes.
17. The beauty in the mirror, the shadow of flowers and the face of the moon are all scattered. If there is no fate in this world, who will I think of? Wash off the brilliance, repair the face to cover the heart, love is like the wind and water, who am I willing to forget? The world of mortals is locked deep in the world, but I just look back and smile lightly. I will live up to my lovesickness in this life. Just because I feel you, I look back with my face on my face, I feel warm and warm, and I smile lightly. I just want you to look back once and see my deep affection.
18. You are the Buddhist bead in front of the Buddha. When the dust settles, the memory of the relationship is as dark as the wind and frost. I am willing to fall for you in the sea of ??love in the past life, maybe just to exchange for meeting you in this life. I can't let your lotus-like thoughts lead me to wild dreams. I just want to exchange for the fragrance of a season of blooming flowers in this life to repay you and my thousand years of waiting in the previous life!
19. We want to stay together, but it is difficult to look at each other, and people are separated from each other with heartbreak; love is easy to pass away, but hate is also long-lasting, and people are hesitant in dim lights; traveling through thousands of mountains and crossing thousands of rivers, there are two lines of tears on the lovesickness; spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, after the prosperity The lingering fragrance remains; the wine is strong and the heart is drunk, the sleeves of the shirt are dancing and flying; thinking about the autumn water, thinking about the beloved, so close and far away is as close as a mandarin duck; love in the past life, debt in this life, a dream of reincarnation in the world of mortals.
Keep a sense of calmness with Mo, and keep a sense of gratitude in your heart.
In this golden year, keep a sense of calmness with Mo, and keep a sense of gratitude in your heart. The fragrance of Jiangnan ink brings fragrance to your heart. ----- Inscription
In the morning, I habitually turned on the computer, walked into Jiangshan, and came to Jiangnan. I saw that the text "Jiangnan Misty Rain, My Heart Is Promised" published yesterday had so many comments. After reading it, I was really flattered. Facing the words of the president, editors, teachers, and seniors who sincerely welcomed me to join Jiangnan and their kind encouragement, the words "thank you" I said seemed so feeble, but only I knew, At that moment, happiness overflowed the whole body. The hands that were replying to the editor kept shaking, and his eyes were filled with tears of happiness. This feeling was really unparalleled, even better than the first time I published an article in a magazine and received royalties. But also rejoice. These can only be used to describe my mood at the moment in four words: elated!
Walking along the river embankment with an elated body and mind, you will see the winding paths, the emerald jade tents, the thin morning light, the fresh air, and the soft cool breeze, creating a beautiful and comfortable picture. Presented in the early morning. There are a small group of people, including old people walking hand in hand with gray temples, standing middle-aged people, and leisurely young people. People have a faint smile on their faces to welcome the beautiful day. The noisy city and bustling world are so quiet at this moment, and the heart dances lightly with the soul.
The heart-melting fragrance of the Phoenix flower gently touches my cheeks. (I like to call her Phoenix flower, the flower of the albizia tree.) The body and mind that are indescribably joyful seem to be bathed in the soft hot spring of petals. How so. of comfort. The fluffy filaments of the flowers are light pink and elegant, with layers of light dye. The breeze blows gently. The filaments look like a lady, with delicate cheeks and pink face, lightly waving her pink skirt. The water is dancing lightly, and the water is passing through the years. The wind is gentle. The clouds are light.
Gazing at the green clouds rolling by the lake not far away, the clear lotuses are dancing in the wind and shining on the water. It seems that I have forgotten to walk, and there are green lotuses around me, which are fragrant every step. I couldn't help but feel emotional about the scene: "Tingting came out of the water holding a green umbrella, half-hiding her face with her pipa in her arms, lightly dancing green skirt fish in the water, the bright moon shining on her heart is spotless."
The time is so quiet, the flowers are blooming and prosperous. Thousands, the flowers fall quietly and far away. But some people complain that life is short and time flies by like a flash in the pan. And I'm thinking: Whether the flowers are on a barren cliff or in a valley far away from the crowd, they always stand there for years, leisurely and contented without any regrets. No matter whether the flowers are ravaged by violent storms or attacked by cold winter snow and frost, they always have a calm and peaceful state of mind. The sun rises and the moon sets, and the four seasons pass by as they please. Yes, the sun, moon, flowers, and all things follow the laws of the four seasons, but we, the masters of nature and advanced animals, humans, with our hearts of jealousy, hatred, fame, and wealth, have gone down the deserted path and lost our way. On the way here, on the far journey, I even forget that there is no lack of innocence in the troubled world. In the face of friendship and family affection, I forget to be grateful. Take a rest when you are tired, and be indifferent when your heart is tired.
At night when the wind is high and the moon is bright, it is better to let the soul go on a journey. Maybe blow the sea breeze, maybe lie down on the lawn, maybe hold a cup of fragrant tea, maybe listen to an old song, maybe you can find your lost heart again in an instant. !
Bathing in the morning breeze and looking at the rising sun, I wish I could turn into an unknown flower on the cliff, dancing in the wind, strong in the rain, calling for purple clouds in the morning bell, leaning against the setting sun in the evening drum, Year after year, I stand in a flower-blooming posture, looking up at the blue sky and enjoying the leisurely clouds. Listen to the secluded spring as clear as a piano, draw the essence from the roots in the earth, chase elegance in the wind, and feel alone and leisurely in the clouds. I should be grateful, thank you to the blue sky for letting me know how to be open-minded, thank you to the flowing clouds for letting me know how to be indifferent, thank you to the stream for letting me know how to be perseverant, thank you to the breeze for letting me know how to be safe, and thank you to the earth for letting me know how to be grateful. I am always the nameless flower with roots deeply rooted in the soil and absorbing nutrients.
Keep peace in the noisy world of mortals, and keep gratitude in your heart. The hustle and bustle of purple streets paints a picture, and sprinkles a piece of indifference on the road. Living in the world of mortals, being unfazed by favors and humiliations, why are there all kinds of worries? Lots of pain? As the saying goes, love is not attached to things, how can things hinder people? In this case, the setbacks in life and the unspeakable hardships in the world of mortals...don't they become nothing but a joke?
Objects have the beauty of stillness, and scenery has the beauty of flow; straight lines have the beauty of smoothness, and curves have the beauty of elegance; noisyness has the beauty of prosperity, and tranquility has the beauty of elegance. There is beauty everywhere in life. Only those who remember to be grateful will not be blinded by dust, and will have a pair of discerning eyes, a blue heart, and discover more beauty!
I like the phrase "If you bloom, the breeze will come." I also like this phrase "One thought makes the heart pure, and if the lotus blooms everywhere." Since life is short, let go of the turmoil of the world, a pot of wine, and a string of harps. , a stream of clouds, is not a luxury, but it can make the heart peaceful. Bring a ray of warm sunshine, a smile, boil a pot of clouds and water for Zen, and join in the passage of time, a plain pen, a piece of plain paper, and walk in the words, not to be happy for things, not to be sad for yourself. Stay calm in the new year, and stay grateful in your heart.
Farewell to the world of mortals
Introduction: Let your fantasy take your soul out of the world, just to find that pure land.
Thousands of lights and thousands of lights illuminate the colorful world. Even if it is short-lived, it is still the beauty of the past; if mountains and water can be forgotten, then carry this beauty through thousands of mountains and rivers. ; If all earthly things pass and the flowers will eventually fall, then take this poignancy and stay away.
A piece of beauty that stays away from the world has never been broken. Redemption comes out of the dust, passes through thousands of clouds and rain, and falls gently!
The world is vast and vast, and there is a vast sea of ??people. Who has ever stopped for whom? In this world of mortals, our hearts are filled with long journeys. Who has ever fallen in love with someone? In the mirror, in the golden years, who has ever given his sincerity to whom? The Tao is: when a thought arises, the end of the world is so close; when a thought is extinguished, the end of the world is so close! Who can live in the secular world and easily walk out of the wasteland of worldly affairs!
The world of mortals smiles, gently picks up a petal of fallen flowers to offer sacrifices to the dusty wind, burying the plain brush in the slightly cold thoughts; farewell to the cold music, learn to be quiet! Pick up the indifference and shake it to the ground yesterday, let the soul that has been tossed season after season accompany the breeze, break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, cross the sea, and settle in the pure land!
Use a smile to pluck off the sadness of those romances, flowers, snow and moon, and dye away the sad colors with purity; plant flowers that bloom in one season, and make the city beautiful in one season, and sway away all the paleness, and use falling flowers in one season to brew the wine of forgetfulness. Drunk in the depths of the clouds and water! The still water heartstrings are only disturbed by the green mountains, white clouds and green water; the ruined flowers
are buried and turned into spring mud; the colorful clothes and feathers are all flamboyant and false, neither flattering nor vulgar, let the world change and remain at peace! Between the Yingying clouds and the water, keep a Zen mind of the clouds and water, protect the pure water, the lotus blooms in a pool of Pingting, neither sad nor happy, just happy alone!
The white clothes are better than the snow, they are fluttering gracefully, the sunshine is unrestrained and agile, the clouds and water are blue, and the hearts are connected, and I can't help but smile. The green mountains are affectionate, facing each other from a distance, the white clouds are affectionate, cherish each other and never leave, the green water is intentional, the sound of the water flow is gentle, and they follow each other silently. I would like to move my heart with deep affection, return the love of the green mountains, white clouds, and green water, cherish each other, and be intoxicated...
When we meet in the world of mortals, love is hard to break, so we turn around and look back at the far end of the world
Who gave me a lifetime of chest to protect me from the wind and frost in this life? Who can lend me a pair of wings and allow me to fly freely? Who will get drunk with me and swim with me in the sea of ??love? Who can comfort me after half my life, and caress me when I am lonely and wandering? If you are sincere, I will never leave you. ————Inscription
I gently clasped the firewood leaf of the years, and I met you, on the bridge painted with smoke and willows, and the Qiantang with the wind curtain and green curtain. Your unintentional look back makes me miss you. I saw happiness pointing in your direction, I tried hard to catch up, ran relentlessly, and finally stood next to your ear and said hello. In the vast sea of ????people, we will pass by so many people in our life, but it is your look back that freezes the memory of my life. I miss your hearty smile, your shyness that can't stand the cold wind, and everywhere you walk is full of fragrant flowers, blowing into my heart, I am obsessed with the feast of blooming flowers every season.
If possible, I would like to be your shadow, stay with you day and night, accompany you, know you, and understand you; if possible, I would like to be the moonlight in front of your window, when darkness comes (Meiwen Reading Network) I always use weak power to illuminate your front, look at you, warm you, and care for you; if possible, I would like to be your mobile phone, stay with you, help you, rely on you, and miss you.
In spring, we went to enjoy the peach blossoms ten miles away, dancing gracefully, and the jade flute spread into my heart; in summer, we lay in the embrace of the sea and played with the sea water; in autumn, we stopped and sat in the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves were as red as the February flowers; In winter, we talk about plum blossoms being less white than snow, but the snow is less fragrant than plum blossoms.
If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have known that there could be a person in this world that I could never forget. I am willing to be a grass in your soft waves, rippling in your arms. In this mottled world, I exist for you. Do you dare to straighten your black hair and lay out ten miles of red makeup for me? Do you dare to hold my hand and never be separated from me? Do you dare to paint my eyebrows and caress me for half my life? I dare, Fengguan Xiapei, to wait for you to return home together; I dare to hold your hand and help you; I dare to wash away all the beauty, because you are suitable for his family.
Love is hard to break when you meet in the world of mortals. Love turns into madness and confusion. Thousands of alliances and oaths are completely destroyed. You don’t listen to the bitter advice of relatives and friends. The birds come in pairs in front of the opposite door, and the full moon is high and the flowers hang high. They are so lonely and sad, and the leaning willow tree laughs sadly. I often recall the fireworks in February, a paper umbrella as a gift, a reluctant farewell, and a sweet heart that quietly lingers in my heart. We are in the same world on the purple road, holding hands tightly with words and smiles, no matter where we will end up tomorrow, we cherish the hard-earned fate of a mandarin duck. Poems are recited against the willow tops in the bright moon, red flowers and green grass are used as lyrics, beautiful mountains and rivers are written into poems, and the ripples of light are reflected in the two hearts. The melodious sound of the flute makes me drunk, the music of the harp and the harps come to watch, the pulse is full of emotion without words, and the lips are filled with tenderness between my fingers. Since ancient times, separation has been sentimental, and it is even more worthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival. The tears are long and scattered with the wind, and the lovesickness is deep in the bones. Laughter fills people's faces, and the ground is full of sadness and resentment. The person dressing up in front of the mirror is empty and thin, but she does not regret her deep love in this life. Feeling the love of the king, I look back and make me miss you morning and evening. I look at the mountains and the water, all of them are human beings. I ask heaven and earth where is the king? A line of clear tears floated down the keyboard. The flowers are round and the moon is round, so why is the round person? I miss each other every day, leaning against each other and cuddling to Chan Juan. I wrote ten poems for you, thinking of me and waiting obsessively, the flowering period is very short, I hope you will never forget the past.
The long street is full of fireworks. Watching the sky full of flowers alone, so bright, but no one is around, it is a sad song. While talking and laughing, the past is like smoke, three thousand black hairs are lingering, the fingers are cold, half of the setting sun, when will I lean next to you. I am willing to use the fireworks of three lifetimes in exchange for your broad understanding of life and death. I am willing to bear half of the Tathagata for you, just to meet you again.