Sentimental Prose of Antique Love Part I: Time flies and drunkenness
The graceful wind is dotted with the tenderness of spring, and there are thousands of smiling faces and empty flowers in the sunset. Ancient etching always records the sadness in the wind and frost. Time is never too old, he doesn't know my heart, and the true feelings never forget. In his mind, the world of mortals is full of splendor. Who will share the cool breeze with me and get drunk with you?
Thousands of love roads are fleeting. A love that consumes everything is only waiting for Iraqis, a pile of Artemisia annua and an altar of realgar wine, invited WU GANG, Yutu, Xianmei and Gong Han. Where are those perfect eyes and that pearl-like tooth? , a deep feeling, in the world. Hope that you are well. Tonight is a rare event. This bright moon suddenly asks where you are today. It turns out that today is also Duanyang.
A bright moon hangs high, a ray of thoughts is in my heart, and the breeze blowing gently has crossed the Tropic of Cancer with that homesickness.
Do not regret the fluttering clothes, do not regret the tangled long hair, do not regret the lost time. And that gentle hand quietly ignited the years. As a result, there was more acacia in that season, and every time I stayed, there was a long-lost distance.
After all, I have never missed you. Holding hands for a period of time, getting drunk for a period of time, your love and my love together form a circle of life. Love is in my heart, you are the only one for me, and you are my distance. In the staggered time, the world lingers in each other's hearts from now on.
Pick a Yu He, put a bright moon, scoop a spoonful of Tianshan ice spring, pour a spoonful of colorful clouds, add a little acacia, cook it with strong fire first, and then slowly suffer for a little time, put those past events in the pot as seasoning, and invite you to enjoy it with the breath of fleeting time, and * * * indulge in the net woven by 3,000 emotions in troubled times.
The world of mortals is drunk and the time is old. My infatuation with you hasn't changed. Everyone is drunk. Why did I wake up alone and join hands with the rings? You paint with your heart, and I add color with my heart. Time interweaves into a bookmark of years. Don't fill the title page of life with that happy face every time in our cherished hearts, and engrave that touching moment into the poems of the years.
On the acacia river, the tide rises and clouds surge. In fact, the moon is full of wind and rain and sunshine, and the weather is unpredictable. Why care too much? There is always a gentleness of waiting, perhaps in the cracks of time; Between you and me. In the water cloud sword.
Sentimental Prose on Ancient Love Part II: He was predestined in this life, but not in this life.
A period of missing, leave a period of time to taste slowly.
There are colorful flowers under the peach tree. I gently shake off the petals in my arms and greet you with a flower hoe in my hand. I thought to myself: Maybe we are the only ones who have such feelings. All the flowers have fallen into the water, showing all kinds of customs.
In the distance, I hear you sing: Flowers bloom and fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and if the fragrance dies, who has pity? Or, there is no sad song for me, and I don't know whether the flowers have fallen or the people have died. I know your sadness very well, and I am even sadder when I see your sadness. Later I heard that you burned the manuscript and broke your infatuation. I heard that you used a folding fan to write poems, and Princess Xiaoxiang was sad. How lonely is the frost in the garden? I also understand your sadness.
Reading the troubles in your heart, how many times I called your name in my heart. And you, not by your side, wander alone, be a companion, not miss, miss. After that, I never thought that time flies, and you and I are doomed.
A person, under the dim sky. Fang, who has been making a lot of noise, can get drunk all night if he can drink some wine. I wonder if you remember when you first got home? Pin pin？ I don't know if you still remember that sentence: if you want to go, I will follow; When you die, I will become a monk. Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in my eyes, I was speechless and choked up. I got a reward from heaven. If I see this lover, I will bear it. You gently shake the fan, fold the peach to hide your shame, and the fleeting time flies to fireflies, which can't dispel your tenderness. If you think about it often, you will never forget it. Spring is not as good as yours.
I love it. I do things for a reason. I threw a jade to avenge myself, complaining that heaven is unfair, and it may be too useless to think for you. I once dreamed that one day you could be my bride. However, things are unpredictable. When I lifted the veil and found that the girl sitting in the sedan chair was not you, how uncomfortable and tormented I was.
In the mansion, the peach blossom club still cares about your sadness, but time is no longer, and things are different. Under the peach blossom tree, there will be no more graceful figure like your stunning sleeves, and no more gentle sighs like drizzle.
The world of mortals is unbearable, and the years are flowing. Time seems to have taken away some emotions and manners, but it has brought some indifference and loneliness.
Sing a peach rhyme and drink a pot of sake; Hold a bamboo slip and understand a true heart. I know your heart, and I believe you know me, so I parted ways and broke off a few favors. Therefore, Tang Wan has a land tour, and the hairpin phoenix misinterprets acacia. Today, you and I are weaving sadness under the same tree. Fate makes us meet, know each other, love each other and promise each other, but it can't make us stay together for life?
Later, the spring passed, the prosperity disappeared, only flowers were flying, and the gorgeous fragrance could not escape the rush of time and passed away one after another.
Essay, where are birds born, and where can they come in this life?
Sentimental Prose of Antique Love Part III: Drunk in the world of mortals, dedicated to life.
Time is getting thinner, years shake off the dust, meet strangers for the first time, stay alone in eternal thoughts, lingering immortal dreams, and the creases of last year are now there. Born, studying; Beauty is gentle, nourishing the soul and full of feelings. The heart is a pen and the dream is a note. What is it like to walk in Yishui, Ying Ying and draw a boat to carry wine to Xiaoxiang? Thousands of miles have seen a long stream of smoke and water, and the sea is vast. The rain falls gently on the string, and the thread buckles the heart. Gazing at love, a secluded dream, a sad word. Take the deep heart as the boundary, and go to the dust; Memory is a mark, only thinking and thinking. There are many things outside, and there are many troubles; The heart is white, but the dust is still there. The rain curtain is lightly covered, and the world of mortals is at the bottom; Pearls and emeralds depend on each other, promising loneliness in my heart. Clear dew, difficult to enter the dust; The moonlight is not as bright as the boudoir?
The folds of time, Diane. Since ancient times, affection has hurt each other, and one branch and one leaf have been in constant love. When it comes to time, the water in the smoke cage, the sand in the moon cage, and the candle shadow swaying in the red flowers are frowning in front of the mirror, the color is thin, the court is locked, people are also concerned, and their feelings are good. Bit by bit, who remembers; Even if, who does the money call? How to know how to speak deeply; The flow is very light, and there is no whisper from the fundus. At this time, at four o'clock in the world, if the willow blows, the steps are light and the butterflies dance. A period of self-awakening; If the word is heavy, the meditation will be engraved. A feather is soft, a silhouette dream. Light-footed, looking forward to the pleasure of full of green; This loneliness can be accompanied by reflection on nature. If the silent rain falls, knock on the heart window. The haze of fans tells the dream of wasting vectors; Ten thousand winds of water are engraved with the thoughts of love.
Light, light, light eyebrow, light sorrow, rustling clothes, pomegranate dancing in red dress, leaning against the fence. Who knows, send the north wind, pomegranate blossoms, red skirt dances, and flowers fly to Shuang Yan in the rain. Dan Qing's hands are wonderful, and the ink is faint. Light ink tells the story of lovesickness, and people who smile at the prism know it. Painting misty rain, the heart is budding, the eyebrows are lingering, and the words are lingering. Why is the feeling shallow and the heart is glued to the moonlight? A wisp of unfinished love, looking at the wind and moon ... missing the bright moon like a fairy infatuation in Yaochi. Reading; Love is like a flower, soft as water, blue in temperament, and butterfly in walking, enjoying youth in light singing and dancing. Love is also intoxicated, accompanied by the most beautiful love in the world, dancing in the flowers, faint fragrance floating. Among the colorful branches, the shadows of trees are fluttering and the skirts are flying.
Flowers bloom on the other side, meet picturesque and poetic. If love is a scam, I have been poisoned by you for a hundred years. If love is a crime, I'll commit crimes for you for 1000 years. With eternal love, cross the secluded sea, make a fragrance all the way, and engrave eternal love with thin wings and soft and crisp mind. I hope you are at the end of the world, thinking that your heart is close at hand, and you will feel a little bit of acacia tears dripping on the strings. The world of mortals and smoke, dreams, wind chimes, whatever your dreams? What's the difference between your gentle eyes in the dream and your warm heart outside the dream? I worked hard in front of the Buddha only to get the fate of being together for the rest of my life, but I was interested in the dust of the monarch. Naturally, I could no longer express my gentleness and indulge in gentle thoughts. Sink for you, fall for you. Love in this world is worth missing!
Slowly clear the shadow, drunk with fine dust, elegant for generations of reincarnation, through time and space, drunk with the delicate heart of beauty. I would like to take only one scoop from 3,000 weak waters. I will be colorful and keep only one color. I will only love one person from all walks of life. How much love and sadness? Looking for you, in the dust of the third world, for its unfinished ambitions; Looking for you, beside a pool of spring water, where flowers gather, is the wheel of an invisible field; Looking for you, I just want to cry for this life in the sentence of singing under the wind and moon. I played an empty flute between Jiuqu Gallery and Wanting Terrace. You flew there in a rosy glow, the breeze blew slightly, and the smell of filar silk came to the nose. You saw the most beautiful posture in life and danced with lingering feelings. All my life, just for this moment.
In the red dust. Looking back 500 times in previous lives, I get a look back in this life. The present beauty is still the same as before, holding your softness, smiling at it and singing my swan song with deep affection and heart. With your feelings of flying flowers month by month, cut off light rain and long-lasting hope. Accompanied by the light sound in the colorful clouds? Thinking is the deepest love. The vicissitudes of life, the degree of failure. The lingering sound slowly falls between your breath and mine, and the eyes of self-love turn silently and disperse because you want to talk. My painting screen should be full of love silence. Dance your fingers gently and sing a song of endless yearning for you. In the vast sea and deep in the world of mortals, clean lotus roots are inseparable. If you touch a finger, everyone over one year old will be dust, so that you know that the treasure is respected in your heart.
Time flies, a thousand years. Staring at the end of the world, a piece of acacia, how many times, pillow a curtain of dreams, sweet dreams, watching dreams, lingering enchanting. Miss, into a slowly jumping notes, lingering in the melody time and space. Laugh at that spoony dream and turn it into a drizzle, like a round of silver moon, and finally get the fragrance in its bones in previous lives. Wipe away the stupid tears in your eyes and drive away the sadness and confusion of the past, while the soul of the past life is full of emotions. The love promised before is owed by the debt of this world, and the cotton of love and thinking gathers between the wheels of years. Thick moonlight can't change the softness and charm of thinking and lose sorrow; Shake off the cold of the moon, and turn tears into lovesickness songs through tang style's Song Ci. This song is very long, showing the vicissitudes of life, spreading melody, covered with bamboo shadows under the moon and floating bamboo tips. Hey! Then what you want is also my wish. And tonight, this unforgettable feeling haunts my heart. Three stone carving students will spend their honeymoon together and swear to spend their lives with you and get drunk in the world of mortals!
Sentimental Prose of Antique Love Part 4: Find a common friend in a lifetime and a dream.
"Give me a reason to forget that you love me so much?" I am surrounded by this song, which is played by years of emotional devotion and listened to for you. Now the mist is slowly condensing and the melody is gradually blurred. Finally, how far is the picture?
We disagree. Sitting alone in the corner of the balcony, my heart is empty, and your words are repeated in my mind. You are so naive. It's between classes, and it's quite noisy around. I didn't hear your footsteps. You sit next to me, and no one talks. You put headphones in my ear, and a melody slowly makes me dizzy, from My Sweetie. I look at your soft face and look at the distance. The afterglow of the sunset dyed half the sky red, and the wind slowly brushed my cheek. I think I smiled, with inexplicable satisfaction and secretly pleased with the lost property.
We disagree. I deliberately snubbed you and left you alone in the huge playground. Your out-of-place figure, silently bowing your head, deeply hurt my eyes. I've ignored most of physical education class, and all I can think about is your injured expression. You are still sitting where you are. In the past, when someone talked to you, you were indifferent and ignored. I hesitated for a long time before I walked slowly towards you, and the awkward feeling in my heart had long since disappeared. Sitting next to you, nobody looked at anyone. I picked up one of your headphones and gently stuffed it into my ear, and the familiar melody hovered in my ear. "I can't find a reason to forget and leave in the heavy rain?"
We quarreled again. Today is my birthday, and we haven't had a good talk for two weeks before that. Besides simple communication, like a stranger. Everyone slept at night, only the two of us were awake. You put a book under my pillow, but I didn't move. I just reached out and stroked this belated birthday present. After receiving so many gifts, I like this book best and look forward to it most. I know the situation is different this time. In the past, much thunder and little rain, but this time, you and I were silent and as polite as strangers.
I read the contents of the book, and you copied my favorite Nalan words. I was so happy that I thought I could make up for it this time, so I watched it again and again until a night study a few days later. Under the reflection of the light, I clearly saw what you wrote on the black paper with mechanical pencil.
When you say that I have changed, there are grievances and disappointments between the lines, and there are also rejections. Because, once these words are read, our relationship will never go back. My heart trembled with pain, and after a few minutes, I felt it was calm again. I can see that your words are well thought out. While we still have many happy memories, would it be better to make such a choice? At least there is room to miss each other in the future, so as not to get lost in each other's memories.
You picked a recess to sit next to me, took out headphones from your pocket and put them in my ear. The familiar melody sounded again, but this time, my heart was very painful. After listening, you smiled at me, smiled and left. When you turned your head, I saw the crystal shining in the corner of your eye. I rushed out of the classroom and lay on the balcony, panting and tears poured out uncontrollably. But the balcony is our secret garden, and the memories of the past are mixed with surging sadness, happiness and sadness. For a moment, I felt like I was suffocating, just like in a dream.
I am so naive that I can still listen to such a sad song so happily. I am so naive. I deprived you of the right to play with others and only imprisoned you by my side. I'm so naive, I'm not nice to you, and I still insist that it's because you mean something different to me?
I'm really naive. I am happy to listen to sad songs, because with you around, I don't want you to play well with others. I don't think anyone cares about you more than I do. It's not really bad for you, but because I treat you as a relative, and I can cry and laugh at will?
Since then, we have never quarreled again. We haven't seen each other since high school.
The melody in the ear gradually became clear, and the picture in front of me reappeared frame by frame. Or an empty room, me and a computer. What just happened was just my dream.
The female voice in the earphone is still singing "I can't find a reason to give up, I am waiting for your determination?" So sad, my heart hurts.
I haven't listened to this song carefully for a long time, and I haven't missed you so much for a long time. In my life, I am content to have you give me such an unforgettable friendship. Even if you finally meet me in the sea and never see each other again, I won't be too sorry.
I wrote a lot of words for you, saying that you will always cry. Crying and crying, the feeling at that time gradually faded. All the unpleasantness has been blurred, and only your kindness to me is left after precipitation.
At that time, your world was only me, and I hope your world is only me. Now that I have walked out of your life, I only hope that someone can be really nice to you, not naive and indifferent.
Sentimental Prose of Antique Love Part V: Time flies, is it another season in Fenlan, Liu Yue?
Returning is a poem, leaving is a word, and laughing at the dust, not daring to ask for it. Smart words are like poems, forgotten words are like words, and looking back and smiling is full of acacia. ? Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
People say that clouds are seen in the mountains, the moon is seen in the blue sky, and the world of mortals meets bosom friends; But in fact, I got lost in the deep mountains, the blue sky was raining, and there was no one to rely on in the world of mortals. After all, clouds rise from the sky and the moon hangs from the sky.
Half a bottle of wine, fragments of words, strings under the moon, whispers among flowers, a solo, is it beautiful on earth?
The night is intoxicating, bring me my shadow, let the three of us. Boil a pot of acacia, half a lamp, and a glass of turbid wine. Everyone has not stopped, and the world is far away.
That year, there was a bright future, a light breeze and drizzle, and smells, thoughts and sadness were everywhere. Memories are as dim as dusk, and those who forget each other in the rivers and lakes have no goodbye. Travel all over Qian Shan, climb mountains, turn water, turn pagodas and race against time.
The world is dancing, watching all kinds of red dust, turning to ashes, washing away all the lead and dying all over the world.
If there is no debt, how can we meet? Those past events eventually turned into yellow notes, floating in the barren time and scattered with the dust.
I hope someone will accompany me to paint poetry and wine for the rest of my life, * * * to taste tea, compose a piece of wind and dust, and go home at sunset. Stories are only written for people who understand, travelers and passers-by.
Glistening is just a dream, but when I think about it, the horizon is near, and when I think about it, the horizon is near, and white tea is happy. I'm waiting for the wind, so are you?