Chapter 1: Lonely and empty, spring comes late. Many years ago, I didn't know when I was thinking. Such a short sentence can deeply touch my heart. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. Loneliness and sadness in late spring are quietly flowing in Pak Lei petals all over the ground.
Because I was addicted to such a beautiful sentence, I bought Lonely Empty Court without hesitation. A beautiful and confusing love story, poetry in pear blossoms. Two people, infatuated with each other all their lives, will never meet again after all. Deep in the courtyard, it is full of acacia, and an ice heart keeps the oath in my heart. Love and hate parting, spring comes late.
I have seen some pictures in TV series, and with a little more skill, the aestheticism of the pictures seems to be overdone. Words that are too emotional are somewhat different from the hints in the novel. Therefore, I am more fascinated by the words quietly describing this state of resentment and infatuation. It's like the feeling that everything is blowing in the long sunset dusk.
Wei's life in the latter half of his life was accompanied by loneliness and emptiness. However, in this loneliness, there is another person who responds with infatuation. Lonely tears are the desolation of the helpless world, and the promise of a lifetime remains in my heart. He didn't see her face for nearly half his life, but he gave her the deepest pain. Spring comes late, pear flower falls. At the beginning, I met her for the first time by the pool. Everything has not yet appeared. I just didn't expect fate to turn around and abandon this life.
We sang an elegy with this tune. A thousand years ago, a woman's waiting was a little sad because of the cuckoo's cry.
Her talent is admired by later generations, and her beauty and virtue are amazing. She is a confused woman in the new era. After the song, I was alone guarding a person's grave.
It's easy to be disappointed and disappointed in this world. Liu Xun, how cruel, threw this beautiful and intelligent woman into the dust. He can't see the most precious heart in this world. People's life, chasing and indulging is nothing more than vanity, beauty and pleasure.
She gave her best youth to this fickle man. Those relationships between people can't be explained by any reason. After all the warmth passed away, I was alone in the deep courtyard. Her sadness turned into a sentence in the poem. In those cold days, the deep feeling once stung my heart. When my face gets old, I have no resentment. I'm guarding his lonely grave. What I remember is more likely to be tenderness when I was young than indifference after things have changed. Lonely days, only the faint past that has already vanished, give the heart a bright corner.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. Once so affectionate, now I have been silent for a lifetime. It's just that the story turned into pear petals floating between heaven and earth.
Chapter 2: If time sweeps everything away, what will be left in the end must be an orchid. If love takes everything away, the last thing left is the initial heart with blue memories.
—— Xue Xiaochan
Letters from the spring breeze, my eyebrows received the first ray of spring.
Never miss each other, they are all equal. However, Yu Chun's attachment is not in the lotus, nor is it the stunning color of Chun Xue, but the first touch of new green branches. At the moment of eyes, it gently beats the dusty time, and the new life is full of warm silence in a fresh leaf.
I cherish and love old things. However, when you accidentally touch the old words, a soft heart can't stand the salvage of memory. The affection of time is nurtured in a grass and a tree, floating in the bud. ...
Suddenly found that time is getting shallower and shallower, so shallow that everything seems to reappear yesterday. For example, I had a quiet spring dream in early spring: my mind was depressed and pear blossoms rained. The spring breeze in front of the window brings a ray of Chun Qing, like shy flowers in the hidden forest, which injects some tenderness into the thinness of a window silhouette. The pear blossom rain outside the window, as in those days, is so light and charming. ...
Spring thinking, drunk from the dream, this dream scene, isn't it true? It turns out that I am still the freehand woman, but at the moment, between the lines, several lovesickness petals have fallen, neither too early nor too late, which is the most beautiful elegance in the years!
An affectionate eye god is a vivid ripple that falls on the lake, dyed into a pure picture in time. Between water and water, I am speechless. The moment you look at each other, you can touch the gentle eyebrows in time.
If the secret in the eyebrow bend can be extended, can the spring breeze raise the thoughts as thin as cicada's wings at the moment when the eyebrow is gently lowered?
Spring sky, transparent blue, pure and spotless. Inadvertently scattered clouds, free and easy leisure and flawless charm decorate the sunny spring and add a little calmness to the mood.
What I like best is the smell of early spring, fresh vitality, just like people at your fingertips. The gentle spring breeze in the ear washes away the sultry Chun Qing, and the place where the wind blows is the bud of a blooming season and the rebirth of a bodhi.
Spring is a fragrant season, full of new life and warmth, and the buds on the branches flow with unobtrusive light. This is an irresistible temptation this spring. ...
The most touching thing is silence. Walking in the spring, quietly guarding loneliness and being in full bloom, watching every new force grow quietly in the heart, like the most emotional poem in time, producing a cool wind between the eyebrows and eyes.
Nevertheless, I once yearned for the courtyard. The wind is quiet, the birds are noisy and the flowers are quiet. Only a wisp of Chun Qing is surging in the faint fragrance full of handwriting.
It should be said that all happiness and happiness actually come from a simple and quiet life. Even if it is cold occasionally, I can still follow the lush memory and the track of rain falling on the lake to find my initial heart. If anyone can remember, it must be the most affectionate you!
The hair in my ear, inadvertently, lengthened my thoughts. I am still at the end of the world you gave me, silent for many years, writing loneliness into a poem by Kubinashi!
"This world, you have to understand its indulgence and evil, in order to find a little spring and a little warmth in wild flowers."
I don't know, how did Xue Xiaochan bloom a enchanting and beautiful haze in loneliness? If there is a fifth season in this world, I think she must be the only stunner.
Women who love books are quiet, while women who write are lonely. Therefore, it is also beautiful. This beauty is beautiful with the alternation of seasons. Isn't it that people are thinner than yellow flowers? The hearts of people who fall leaves in autumn are only in the depths of flowers, integrated with the breeze and affectionate with Jidi!
Reading favorite books, loving favorite people and doing favorite things must be a happy taste. Life is so simple. If your heart is like a mirror, you can see the lush mountains in the distance and the clear water nearby.
Spring always comes later in the north. Although the dead wood meets the spring is a happy hope, it will eventually grow up in the painful awakening, thus welcoming the long-awaited spring!
In the depths of flowers, how many degrees do you think spring is? A pure white memory, in the shallow spring, flows a heart with nowhere to put it, as quiet as ice. At this moment, it releases fire-like heat in its heart.
If there is no feeling in this world, I always believe that the fireworks with fingertips will burn wantonly in spring, and then beauty will break out of the cocoon, and I will stay where I am and reap a surprise on the other side of the ocean.
The bud of spring is more and more brilliant in the sun. I quietly watched it stretch freely, then folded a green willow, planted it in my heart, put the spring breeze in my pen and rested on a pool of spring water. As time goes by, a tree blooms brilliantly in spring.
Body and mind involuntarily immersed in the song Dimfragrance. Perhaps this kind of love is out of season, and I just want to relive the past in the context of my heart. Traveling through mountains and rivers, the most beautiful time and the warmest attachment are fixed in affectionate moments.
Finally, I finally understand that the old days are only suitable for collection, but the deep affection in time has always been the heart between the eyebrows and an initial heart. ...
Chapter 3: The years when your fingertips dance are like the sand at your fingertips. The tighter you hold on, the faster they will pass. Elegance refers to quicksand, and youth is a period of time. Seeing that it has passed, there is nothing to do. When the fallen flowers turn into mud, everything is so calm. Unrestrained youth also turned into a dream, followed by Wan Li in the wind, traveled all over the world of mortals, but time passed like water, sweeping everything. If the years are regarded as an unparalleled giant, those youths are gorgeous dances at the fingertips of the years.
We met unexpectedly and walked into a strange campus. That strange flower bed, strange teaching building, all strange things lead the originally calm heart to the secular world. The classroom was close at hand, but I didn't move until that figure brought me into junior high school life. My thoughts gradually filled the whole classroom. I tried to find traces of the past, but I saw a strange but familiar face at the beginning of the year. Slowly, I also saw the scene of playing on the playground. Until the sunset condenses into a mirror. Gradually understand that this is just a piece of yellow sand, which will eventually blur the scenery.
The world of mortals can no longer warm my heart, and my eyes are narrowed into a line, wandering in the distant horizon. Only lonely songs echoed in the sky. The deep and shallow traces of those years have remembered life. Entering the second day of junior high school, my heart can't be calm, and the feeling of happiness sweeps across my body and wanders in the void. That fiery figure, that smiling face, that unruly friend, and even that overturned teacher are filled with happiness everywhere. Thinking of playing ball every day at that time, thinking of the feeling of running on the playground and thinking of the figure teaching on the three-foot platform, my heart cried. The dust is boundless, and the heart is full of scars. The hurried years took away the second day of junior high school. Those people and things have condensed in my heart, and the years can't be weathered.
Flowers bloom and fall, times have changed, what else can't let go? Yesterday's brilliant fireworks, remembering senior three, unforgettable studies, unforgettable ideals, unforgettable struggles, all became memories. Every day, the figure of struggle can be seen everywhere. The third grade should have been very boring. It was classmates and teachers who melted everything with passion and overcame everything with struggle. Watching the flowers bloom and the flowers fall, I think of my classmates in Grade Three and my beloved teacher. My heart is no longer so painful, but it is as colorful as spring in the past.
Along the way, we have been engraved, we have cried, we have laughed; We were decadent, we struggled. Many times, recalling these, I can't help feeling a little regretful. Flowers fall all over the ground and the moon falls all over the ground. All these things are as beautiful as flowers, but like water. We recall the past, but we can't go back to the beginning. Looking back on the other side, the scene is still so long.
Each of us should remember youth, but we can't stay in the past and look for the depths of youth. That little sweetness can't be erased. For a better start, we lost our youth. In the future, maybe we will be lonely and confused. Do not give up. The road ahead is waiting for us. Let's brave the world and wander around the prosperous world.
Remember, in our youth, the passion and struggle we once had was the driving force for us to avoid rolling in the deep. Don't believe in failure, don't believe in difficulties, and think more about yourself who struggled when you were young.
I looked up at the sky again, looking at the dazzling stars, and the dark night curtain condensed my thoughts. The people who once had a fleeting time with me have faded away. In the quiet time, I realized it lightly, but I found it by accident-
That dazzling youth is like the graceful dance at the fingertips of years.
Chapter 4: Standing at the intersection of autumn, the left hand is summer, the right hand is autumn, half is scorching sun, half is cold in autumn rain, half is vigorous, half is everything withering, half is anxiety, half is secular stability, half is shade, half is green and yellow. The intersection of autumn is actually half and half.
Standing at the intersection of autumn, you must have caught a glimpse of the beauty of autumn. "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers", I really want to snuggle up in the embrace of autumn, see the golden leaves, see the red leaves hanging all over the branches, see the prosperity falling and see the vicissitudes of life. It is colorful autumn in front of me, but my heart is full of melancholy about the past. Although I am happy, I am not as intense as spring. I yearn for a beautiful heart and feel a little tired.
Standing at the crossroads of autumn, you will definitely think of the enthusiasm of summer. The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond. The thick green shade can't stop the long days, and I spend every day in the heat wave. The lotus pond is full, the lotus leaves are squeezed, and there are lotus flowers in the middle, pushing each other. Everything grows to the extreme, and finally it is like a person climbing to the peak of life. Wherever he goes, he is going downhill.
Of course, the intersections in autumn are not all bleak and tired, but also warm feelings, warm scenery and warm warmth. Because of autumn, everything has matured and gained. When the particles are stored in the field, they will have plenty of food and clothing; When the leaves mature and the fallen leaves return to the roots, the trees have a growth experience. Life can't miss autumn, otherwise, all efforts will lose their meaning. Hard work is to be gained, and sweat is the nutrient of fruit.
I thought that the flowers would not bloom in the coming year because of the cool autumn; In the coming year, because of autumn, water will not be rich; Because of the cold autumn, trees will not flourish in the coming year. Life is full of vegetation, and people cannot become desolate because of the cold in autumn. Those beautiful things that have passed away will still appear happily in front of us in the coming year, and no one needs to sigh. Even at the end of the rope, those old days are still full of amorous feelings and charm.
Standing at the intersection of autumn is a threshold of life. Beauty and ugliness, hard work and giving up are all in your heart. Some stories, whether sad or happy, are just memories, and no one can keep them. If you insist on staying, it will only add to the mental burden. Some feelings, no one can understand except myself. Meet and leave, disperse and drift away, drying the original passion bit by bit, leaving behind the silent leaves and endless acacia.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a tree, with a green leaf, spring at the tentacles, all the leaves falling and autumn growing stronger. When the leaves wither, the wind knows that the wind will take the leaves to distant dreams. Autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, swept away the face of the tree, and forever took away the thoughts from my heart. In the next year, thoughts will still appear with the spring breeze.
Hold fast to this life, regardless, Ren Qiufeng tore his heart out, wishing to know each other and love each other in the next life. In fact, I don't believe in the afterlife this autumn. Even if, in the afterlife, a childhood tree will grow around me.
I use autumn time to hide my love in summer. When the autumn wind takes away the last dead leaf, it must be about your memory.
When Qian Fan is over, I will definitely remember this autumn's agreement.
Chapter 5: In March, the flower viewing time on a stranger quietly flowed, and the four seasons quietly changed. Yesterday's winter drifted away in the corner of the season.
In the spring of March, the willows are green, the budding spring, the warm sunshine, the warm spring breeze and the whispering birds make the breath of early spring enter the eyebrows. The spring breeze gently caresses your face, and everything recovers and grows. Why not take advantage of the beautiful time to see a sea of flowers and let the flowers fill your heart? Strolling by the seaside, with an excited heartbeat, I was intoxicated in the yellow that penetrated my heart. In early spring, rape flowers overlap and cover the fields, and a breeze blows, bringing a fragrance. Blue sky, sunshine and gold complement each other and decorate the budding earth, which makes people stop to watch and sigh.
Flowers bloom and fall, and one season sends away another. When the winter in the cold season is depressed and everything is depressed, the rape flowers in early spring wake up the earth early and bloom with passion. It excites life, flaunts eye-catching gold, reveals fresh fragrance and dense air, and shows people the breath of early spring with a slim and magnificent posture.
In the criss-crossing fields, the layers are stacked and overwhelming, and the golden color fills the eyes of tourists and collides with their hearts. In this season, the fields are full of dazzling yellow. People wear their upstream clothes, shuttle through Tanobe, pick up cameras, pose and dance with flowers. Their faces are full of bright smiles and beautiful flowers. This piece of yellow, this piece of incense, excited my heart, temporarily forgot the noise of the city, and my heart returned to calm, carefree and comfortable in this pastoral area.
Simple and elegant rape blossoms are not as hot as summer. But golden plain clothes, yellow is so pure, so elegant and moving, making people linger back and forth. Touched, touched, the impression of early spring is so deeply engraved in my mind. A different kind of beauty, magnificent golden color, beautiful bee's stomach, but also intoxicated the hearts of tourists. How many times can I return? How many times can I see you in the future? This season's flowers bloom, this season's flowers fall, disturbing the dreamer, lingering, it is this golden early spring that makes people dream.
In March, let's invite each other to see an intoxicating and fragrant magnificent sea of flowers. Tossing and turning, swaying the golden heart.
Chapter 6: Flowers fall in the dream, who is knocking at the heart of memory?
Looking back.
Dream of falling red
Just reading in youth.
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When I suddenly looked back, it was already a hasty leap, and the heart door that had no time to defend was defeated again. At the age of 30, I have stood on the other side of life. My youth has become melancholy. Although the fireworks on the left bank are brilliant, I can't turn back. Blow the wind all night, listen to music all night and drink a cup of lonely tea. After all, a person can walk alone. Childhood playmates, young classmates don't know where to wake up, and whether they are wandering on the road like me.
The wind blows gently and the night falls asleep. A person who invites the moon to walk alone is more like wandering.
Once you, once he, once we, once Class 3 (4) and my vocational school classmates, I wonder if everything is all right with you, and if you should still have yesterday's smile. My best friend, Jiang, left a deep impression on Bing, and, of course, Lao Ya ... I think I will never forget you. I don't know if you see me as I do.
We are always combing our hair, fading memories, broken teenagers' worries about the world outside our bodies, and what we can't forget most is the sad appearance of that time.
Close the postscript and open the preface, the story always walks rhythmically in the chapter of life. Everything in the world is fleeting, only memory records it one by one. Keep copying, copying, and copying.
Once vows, once persistence, once past, once past. The orange stalks on the memory road are fragrant and elegant, and the melancholy on the missing road is still full. The past events of these years have been packed into stacks and drawn into serial novels.
Time is flowing, and time is like water.
The past can be remembered, falling red and rolling mud.
Above the world of mortals, Liu Kishinoue, do we still remember the oath under that camphor tree, holding the ashes of youth, sticking to that long-lost time and writing wandering poems for youth?
Chapter 7: I miss you when I'm waiting for you, but what I'm waiting for is overwhelming tears.
Some people say that liking someone is like having stars in your heart, and even the gloomy sky seems to light up gradually because of the appearance of stars.
The first time I met you, I firmly remembered your smiling face. I couldn't help looking at you, so I couldn't take my eyes off you.
Your voice is gentle enough to melt the snow all winter, and your eyelashes are reflected in your eyes like a clear lake with aquatic plants. My hair is so soft that even the wind can't help reaching out and fiddling with it. The outline softens the winter light and adds a little gentleness. It's a pity that you don't like me. But to make matters worse, when I found out about it, I liked you even more.
This may be the meaning of waiting. Because of this, I can become your back and hug you gently in the corner full of gentle moonlight, so that you won't feel lonely in the long night. It is best to remember me when you are happy, but please don't forget me when you are sad. Because even if I lose the whole universe, I will still be with you.
It's not that I have much confidence in love itself, I just know that it is uncontrollable. Just like knowing that a non-smoker will get lung cancer, an active person may die unexpectedly. Because it is not immortal. That's why I love every moment I have now, and record it for myself in the future to tell you that you have been very happy since you stopped crying.
The red light at the intersection lasts for 30 seconds after school. To go home alone, the elevator goes through the 29th floor. It takes a minute and a half to heat lunch in the microwave oven. I often stare at the numbers made up of red bars for a long time, pretending that it would be nice if there were such a hint every time I waited, even if my face disappeared and my return date was uncertain. You can also wait for an answer that will come. You are my unknown.
But I know. I also think of Han Songluo's words about Brigitte Lin: "You have to wait and be patient until the spring passes, until the glory fades, until the thunder gently lets them go, and until happiness comes uninvited. Only when you are sure can you calm down. To smile at the joint. Spring is like spring, and spring is like before. "
Maybe waiting is difficult, but you have to believe that someone is walking through the turbulent crowd, with full enthusiasm, always coming to you, finding you, and finally holding your hand, you have to wait.
Chapter 8: Early spring, old thinking about early spring, cold and cheerless, sitting in a cup of tea, reflecting the past years, and a little lingering entanglement, light, gentle, lingering aftertaste, but deep meaning, lingering smell is that Hua Zhong is scattered in time, where it is, waiting for a spring season. When I think of the softness of the spring rain, the first thought that overflows my mind is pure and green, but also soft-hearted, warm as your duckweed. If the willow leaves gently brush the eyebrows, is it spring?
In spring, old dreams sprout new buds, dead trees meet spring, quietly offer a pot of acacia wine, water the flowers on the other side, make it enchanting and charming, and bloom freely. Miss the ferry, a piece of green glory broke ground in a hurry, and a wisp of winding scenery came quietly. Red and green set each other off, and soft green overflowed with general ease, pouring out, reading obstinately, reading an ancient rhyme stranded in the distance, clinging to that rhyme, and taking pictures in the breath of spring after a while.
Dip in the fragrance, leave a thick ink color, either shallow or light, or affectionate or light, the light and shade are appropriate, and lie drunk in the thin early spring sky, quiet and quiet, clear as an empty valley, and the fragrance is self-sustaining. Looking through the scenery of the four seasons, life is an ink painting. Spring blossoms, a stroke in my heart, pruning twigs and dead leaves, staying between time and life, whether it blooms or not, is a warm stroke, a red flower. Or at the beginning of the new moon, or at the full moon, you can sing quietly and talk to yourself in front of the window.
In the early spring, the old thoughts warmed up together and walked slowly into the spring with quiet steps. That dream evokes a picture of spring flowers, letting the expected colors float freely in the mountains and rivers, releasing the heart of the red leaves, scattering the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, carrying the old dreams of past lives, singing songs in the pavilion, and knocking at the waiting door by moonlight on the Zheng flute. Predestined friends sound, spring returns, birds sing and dance, and years live in spring. Once again, I think you are poetic. ...
In front of the porch window, the clear water shines in the shadows, recalling the lingering feelings, the flowers are still blooming, the future is in the leaves, the sunset is silent, the cold wind is silent, and the cool mood is shrouded. The weather in early spring is changing rapidly, sometimes warm, sometimes cold, unpredictable, and the feathers are not exhausted. The spring shirt is in the future, and the old thoughts are slightly blue. How many hopes are passively shaken, drifting away, missing the next wisp of cold smoke, this split expectation, the coolness has not changed, the thinness of early spring is hard to resist the cool breeze, sitting alone, leaving a blank and missing alone. ...
Old thoughts warm peach blossoms, and notes are ups and downs. Pink memories ride the wind and waves, and the waves bloom, opening the rhyme of Song Ci, even and graceful. Peach blossom is fragrant and gloomy, pink falls on petals, dancing, looking for the warmth of a smile. That mountain, that water, that man, that year's Na Yue, has been a story of ancient poetry, which has never ended ... gently twisting flowers, wetting the pages, red candles and drying up tears, this petal rain, heading for the pursuit of life, no matter when and where, how time changes, missing someone, missing one thing, sadness has never changed.
Waiting, in the drizzle and breeze of spring, with moistening things, waiting for the gurgling; And so on, in the bright moonlight of spring, the sky is clear, the buds are stretched, the green branches sound queque green words, singing the aftertaste of queque words alone, looking for the love of that life. In the lush years, I once again walked in the celadon white tile alley, and the clear Xiangxi slowly flowed through the fascinating Sansheng stone, the sky at the beginning of the tide, and the agarwood that passed through time fell, deepening the imprint of each paragraph.
Early spring, old thoughts, quietly waiting, silently watching. A plant quietly broke ground, revealing a touch of light green, doodling and expecting, evoking the beauty of Wan Ting, painting old songs, longing for early spring, and everywhere in Chun Qing, spring is blooming. Graceful, breezy and spring-like, it is sprinkled on the flowing cloud bottom, and the notes of missing are sent to make this love flow and realize the long-cherished wish of red beans in the south.
In the early spring, the old thoughts, the expectation flying in the wind, the beautiful words slowly sing the spring, wandering the bamboo curtain of the dream shadow, boiling ink in a handful of fragments, let the long-standing old thoughts go boating along a Chun Qing in Qian Shan in spring!