"In this life, I will only spend this last life with you. No matter whether we see each other or not in the next life, we will never love or separate each other again." This ancient and poignant sentence is below. Here’s the content, I hope you all like it.
1 It is difficult to remember the poetic and picturesque meaning of a piece of writing, and the romance is strong. When the drizzle sets and the sun sets on the long embankment road, when the peach blossoms are red, a pair of swallows whisper and whisper about the new spring grass. They stay in two places and perch on the willow bridge and the flower path. Plucking flowers from willows and writing new poems, there is still saliva left on the lips, licking them gently with a charming smile, intoxicated by the spring scenery and ashamed of the beauty. The feeling of spring spreads like spring grass, spreading endlessly across the spring mountains.
2 The gurgling water is like the heart of spring, traveling farther and more passionately. The fish play in the spring waves, and the love lasts forever. They chase each other in the fields and play with each other in the mountains, which makes the orioles jealous and the birds jealous. Bamboo shadows danced, and in the red tent, there were so many flirtatious words. Being turned over by the red waves, the moon surged into the clear waves, and fish and dragons danced all night. Horses fly under the full moon in the snow-capped mountains, eagles soar under the red sun in the grasslands, they can carry cauldrons in the middle of a deer race, and snow lotuses bloom in the worldly dream. Mother asked why, the beautiful red rosy clouds flew away.
3 A pipe of flute and a pipe of flute, the sound is wailing until dawn. Butterflies fly in the purple paro shirt, chrysanthemums are everywhere, and the dream of a mandarin duck will eventually come to nothing. Chanjuan looks at each other thousands of miles away, and the mist is in vain. You love me, I love her, and the fate of life is always sad. Write lyrics and poems to compose a new song. The music flows through the wine glass to express my lovesickness. You miss me and I miss her. You will sing and I will appear on stage.
4 The elves fell slowly, letting go of yesterday's attachment and the former prosperity. Let go of yesterday in order to welcome tomorrow. The colorful falling flowers are accumulating strength for the next flower blooming; the elegant curtain call is for a more charming appearance in the next performance. The withering of flowers and plants is for the prosperity of the next season, and the withering of time is for the prosperity of the next season.
5 Let go of worries and stir up life; let your thoughts dance like beautiful butterflies, put aside worries and take up tomorrow, and let your soul be as light as curls of dust. Ups and downs are the ladder of growth, and hardship is the wealth of life. Let go of all the trouble and take solid steps. Live the days like flowers, fill your sleeves with dark fragrance, and smile sweetly from the ordinary dreams; twist the time into a string, play the wind and sand, and look back to gaze at the wonderful love.
6 Warm a pot of local tea, cook a bowl of rice porridge, and sit in a corner facing the sun. While soaking in the time stepping on my heart inch by inch, I slowly taste the fragrance of the pot of tea or the taste of the bowl of porridge until only half a degree of warmth is left. As a result, some shallow thoughts stretched out one by one, singing softly in the flat and flat areas. They were most taboo to touch and did not like to be exposed to the sun. I was afraid that inadvertently, the moisture in my heart would dissipate in the breeze.
7 Sunshine, bright and happy life; drizzle, fluttering romantic mood; breeze, blowing each other's lovesickness; love, blending sweet life; confession, tell the true feelings from the bottom of my heart: I will love you all my life. , never separated!
8 The birds greet each other with such intimacy that makes people envious. At this time, the cry of a big bird came. I looked up and saw a dozen magpies and five or six tree chickens singing happily on the tall poplar trees. I suddenly felt a burst of joy and couldn't help it. The ground imitates the bird calls and sings duet with the birds.
9 The proud plum blossoms bloom in the cold winter, and there is another snow. Unknowingly, the transparent time has taken away a lot of my years and a lot of reluctance, just like the youth I once had and the beauty I had back then. What is left now are only the mottled marks of time, giving me a picture of only memories.
10 Quietness has become a classic gesture of Zhouzhuang. That kind of tranquility is the classical beauty temperament of Zhouzhuang. Coupled with the antique charm of the town, people are instantly transported to the Tang and Song Dynasties, which is amazing. Her gentleness and elegance.
11 It’s too quiet here, Zhouzhuang is so quiet. She sat quietly like this for centuries, and her Prince Charming finally found her. The first person to express his feelings to her was the painter Chen Yifei. Chen Yifei stayed with Zhouzhuang here, quietly recording Zhouzhuang's thoughts with his brush.
12 The night passed by, so light; so gentle, rolling up layers of soft thoughts. The flowing wine cup rises with the wind, trampling thoughts all the way in my heart along with parting. The snowflakes dance softly, and the leaf falls on the willow tree; a sadness you can't imagine is raging in your heart.
13 How dare I hold someone else’s hand in a hurry before you enter my world. In the cold wind, I fell into a hibernated sleep on my pillow, only to turn into an insignificant dandelion when the spring breeze revived all things, soaring my dreams higher and releasing the long-held love in your gorgeous body. Sky.
14 In this life, I will only spend this last life with you. No matter whether we see you or not in the next life, we will never love or separate you again. I would like to meet this turning point in the world in the south of the Yangtze River where you are by the water and pillowed by the wind. I would like to play the intoxicating strings and clear rhymes, like a guqin lying across the water town. When you play, the time will not grow old, and your will will be green, and I will play the golden years, leisurely. In my heart, an irresistible style and warmth brew the most beautiful encounter in the world.
15 It is not a dreamlike dream back to Liangdu, but it is earth-shattering; it is not a stormy cultural journey, but it is like a frenzy in the heart. Every touch in our hearts makes the territory of our hearts tear open again. Break through obstacles.
16 The fleeting time is like a song, but it cannot be played back. I can only plant sunshine and ink happiness on the lintel of the years, waiting for me to pass by, rub shoulders, look back, and stop in fascination.
In the years when my long hair is flowing, like a cheerful stream, accompanied by orchids, plum blossoms and snow, as long as the dream is, so is the poem.
17 There are always a few strokes of plain paper in the fleeting years that make people want to see through it. The blank space is always the most true and moving picture scroll, half of which contains the past events of the west wind, fluttering and embroidered in the peach blossoms ten miles away. The clearness of time, the half-sentence of clear words always lingers on the lips and teeth, looking back, the pot of spring snow has warmed someone's fleeting years.
18 When will the southern swallow return, and when will the cold winter end? In the dream, the peach blossoms are red, the beauty is drunk and fragrant, walking slowly in the garden, holding the soft hands in the heart. You are the most delicate flower, the purest drop of dew, and the deepest root. You fragrance my heart, moisturize my heart, and plant deep roots in my heart.
19 The genial sunshine is warm and comfortable, and the soft spring breeze is full of fragrance. When the spring is bright, walk alone on the tree-lined road of the mountain stream, or stop by the clear stream, admiring the dappled sunlight passing through the treetops, shining on the gentle flow of the stream. Listen to the maple forest singing, and the silky hair dancing among the trees. Hum a little song - the woods are densely layered; the trees are shining brightly, bit by bit. Wandering by the stream, singing by the flowers, singing folk songs all the way to the end of the world!
20 The sunshine caresses the flowers, and the breeze blows the leaves. Children's faces are singing happily, and children's hearts are shining brightly. In the morning of early summer, vitality is everywhere. The scenery is flourishing, the life is brilliant, the folk songs are resounding, and the colorful dreams of the red scarf are framed.
21 On a moonless night, stars accompany you; on a windless night, dew nourishes you. A road stretches ahead, with a row of street lights shining brightly yellow, and two rows of trees providing shade and greenery. Accompanied by vehicles and pedestrians coming and going, one can witness all kinds of faces and feel the complex expressions. However, , they always welcome them with neither humility nor arrogance, and send them off silently. Whether they are the rich and powerful, or the common people in the fertile fields, they always give them the same brightness and the same green.
22 I saw you dancing gracefully between the lines, you singing to your heart’s content in the ordinary words, and your sweet smile spread in every punctuation mark. I breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was not too late for me to wake up, and it was not too late for me to realize.
23 Walking through the turmoil of the mortal world, flicking off the dust stained by the soul, carrying a touch of light feelings, facing the refreshing breeze, sitting at the source of time, watching the dancing steps of time, letting yourself be quiet in time In the hourglass, I feel the beauty as light as the breeze and as quiet as an orchid.
24 The full moon gracefully spreads its pure brilliance in the vast galaxy, entrusting its exquisiteness like a sculpture to my melancholy, like a thousand-year-old soul. The soulmate I met, with its pure and unrestrained purity, covered up the indifference and stinginess of the city, and blended silently into my passionate love affair. It is beautiful in my heart and bright in my hometown.
25 Watch a flower event, get caught in a misty rain, and write a lifetime legend. Looking back, there is the coolness of mid-spring, the hustle and bustle of summer, the purity of autumn, and the heroism of winter. Life, too, gradually ages in the cycle of four seasons. Those thoughts soaked in the spring rain, fermented and spread, and became pure and lofty in the autumn sun. The years are peaceful and unchanged, but the fatigue and vicissitudes of life are destined to be borne by oneself.
26 I could no longer hold back the feeling of emotion in my heart, which made me return all my emotions to zero, stand up, stand in front of the window, and listen to this heartbeat with my heart, the drizzle is like silk, and the silk is lingering. , letting loneliness soar in the rain, and lovesickness forming a grave at night, this dark time and space has not affected my graceful heart at all. A touch of tenderness makes this loneliness full of charm!
27 Years of Sadness , New love every night, the old man hides his face and the brocade is broken, sitting on the water chestnut flower in the sky, with a few strands of white hair, adding melancholy, no knowledge, no love, who understands tenderness? A love will hurt for thousands of years, a sorrow will last for thousands of years, I dare not do it again Stepping in, the river of love is cold, the world of mortals is like a tsunami, struggling to get ashore, who can save me?
28 Count those memories in detail, and keep the pain in the deepest part of my heart.
29 I was so deeply hurt by love that I kept myself so tight.
30 The only way to get wisdom is to buy it with youth.
31 We, the post-90s generation, have a small world and big dreams.
32 Some strangers become good friends without knowing it; some friends become strangers without knowing it.
33 It is you who make me see a flower blooming in the dry desert. It is you who make me want to write a love song for you every day.
34 Youth is the eyes full of smiles and tears, a stubbornness that requires loyalty to oneself even when one is hurt.
35 What can be recalled proves that it has been lost.
36 If I have you, what if I lose the whole world? If I lose you, what if I gain the whole world. Featured
1 Everything is clear, but we still miss it in a hurry. Because you believe in fate, because I doubt life.
2 Because they all fade away and become memories. Time just goes by, like sand flowing out of the hands, gone forever. The fragments in my memory also became hazy, like a dream. Those that have passed away and those that will disappear, no matter how we forget, will still be lonely when we are lonely, and we will still be sad when we are sad.
3 The marriage in the past life and the fate in the next life are all wrong because we meet in this life, which only adds to a fruitless grudge.
4 A woman is like a book, and a man may not be able to read it in a lifetime!
5 The melody like a dream, the memory like flowing water, why there is only nostalgia.
6 What flows without a trace is just flowing water, not time or memory.
7 When time settles, there are only memories.
8 Memories turn into lovesickness, and lovesickness lasts a lifetime.
9 You forget to remember, but I forget to forget.
10 All the painful memories are connected together into a trace of a past that loved you.
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