Young and frivolous, drunk, complete one subversion after another. When the wine is in a melancholy mood, the years will churn, just like the sea of clouds in Huangshan, when the sun was shining and the fog was dense, it could shake the vastness of the world.
Life is like a dream. When you are drunk, the world is beautiful. When you wake up, everything is silent. At dawn, the time is still shallow, the breeze blows on your face, and the waning moon is like a hook. I suddenly remembered Liu Yong's poems, how many times I was drunk and how many times I woke up empty. His career didn't give him a bright future, but his talent made him immortal. What you can't get has become a lifelong obsession, which makes people miserable, but the painful thing will one day turn into his feather wings and fly, just for pleasure.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Teenagers' dreams are always inextricably linked with someone, a look back and a smile. We are all kites in the hands of the world of mortals. No matter how high and vast the world is, it will be destroyed with the abandonment of the world of mortals.
If you don't miss me deeply, how can you understand that it's a brief encounter? Is time or distance binding us? It turns out that not all encounters are beautiful. Life is a voyage again and again. The night is deep and the sea is vast. It is not necessarily the village that is brightly lit in the distance, but the cemetery of the ship. For example, Li Shangyin always misses the appointment with his wife, and regret is a compulsory course for everyone in this world.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
When this poem came, it was just words; When you know it, you are no longer a teenager. Life is always difficult, and everyone's growth has nothing to do with age. When we lose it, we understand the pain; We only see darkness when we fall.
It was on a windless day, or looking up at the sky and watching the clouds unfold, or the speeding train passing through the mountains and seeing the dense fog rising a little, that I suddenly realized that the water had finally turned into a cloud and fulfilled all my freedom. There is no despair in life, only despair. Any situation is just the passage of time, the gathering and scattering of the material world, and it is just a state of change.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
There are many expectations hidden in the vast snowfield. As for romance and companionship, it seems that time needs a witness to complete it. However, growth has taught us that loneliness is a more real form of life than crowding and prosperity.
From being afraid of a person to enjoying loneliness, the skill of life is so ruthless that loneliness continues from the wild era to the present bright civilization. After the feast, I got drunk, and I was lonely. Life has never been complete and complete, and even "knowing" is a luxury, so I will fall into the former wood and stone alliance. If there is no such thing as "I only take a scoop of water when the water is 3,000", I would rather keep a romantic partner and fish alone in Jiang Xue, and I can also give birth to a group of free-flowing people.
Bamboo straw sandals are lighter than horses, a misty rain, a lifetime.
Being at ease and enjoying it is after the initial break of the shower. When the years are ups and downs, the earth shakes, the tsunami suddenly rises, and the past years pass by like lanterns. Suddenly something knocks on my heart, or my master's wooden fish knocks on my head, everything suddenly becomes clear: Shao Hua will be disappointed and romantic if I persist in the sadness, gains and losses, and right and wrong.
Mist and rain fall, and the world can only cook tea. The sea of suffering is boundless, and the way home is sweet, just at a certain moment, looking back.
It turns out that many things, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, are a joke.
Those poems that we are familiar with since childhood are forgotten in the corner of life, and at some point in life, they suddenly pop up and understand the meaning.
Poetry can't buy success, but it can be core, and the situation is as you wish. Heaven and earth are fulfilling your low grievances, time and space are rotating, and the time sequence is changing. It won't stop, but our life will wake up at some point.