Looking through A Dream of Red Mansions, one of the descriptions attracted me: "Yingchun wears jasmine flowers alone in the shade of flowers." This seems to be just a faint scenery, but it makes me feel really excited. I don't want to, and I can't taste the moral behind this sentence. I was moved by this lens. In the picture, the gentle and silent boudoir girl gently plucks one flower after another and wears jasmine alone in the shade of flowers. There happened to be a hole in the flower base, and Yingchun wore it slowly, and the flowers were strung into balls on the silk thread. If she wears it on her temples or wrists, it must be elegant and heart-warming.
I have always felt that slowness can't keep up with the verbosity of the times. I never thought slowness was so elegant and demure.
Slow must be reading a love story of the whole city, and he still refuses to put it down after reading it all day. It's not that the story is unfinished, but that people can't walk away from the plot. When I was a girl, Qiong Yao's novels in black and white actually cheated me of countless tears, knowing that there was a fictional plot mixed with the author, I still couldn't bear to put it aside, and I slowly tasted it over and over again until my heart hurt. Is it true that peerless love will be entangled in people's hearts? At that time, reading a love slowly or even secretly seems a bit stupid now. But I would rather spend a precious weekend in a love, even the time is slow, and the countdown to the college entrance examination has stopped. Only "there is no edge in the mountain, but I dare to die with you" is lingering in my ears.
The stories in books are not necessarily true, but they can make love live slowly, for a thousand years or even ten thousand years or more.
I like to chew one word at a time when I read Love in a Fallen City, for fear that I will ignore that moment soon. Fan Zhongyuan and Bai Liusu's every appearance and dialogue, even every look, can't be ignored. At first, I thought their love was a little wordy. Take your time, and I will go slowly, and I won't be impulsive because of love. What is this called love? There is no passion for love at all. Later, I came to understand that true love is accumulated through sharing joys and sorrows, not a vow of eternal love.
Good words, like good love, need to be chewed. At first, they are almost tasteless, and gradually the bittersweet will seep out.
I probably remember Jia Pingwa saying that opium is poisonous and addictive. If words are poisonous, Zhang's words will be addictive. Zhang's writing is poisonous, knowing that the story she describes is far away from her, but she is willing to indulge in it. ? In this way, it takes a slow process to read Zhang's words, which will make you forget the passage of time. Later, I read her Half-Life, Lust, Caution, and realized the meaning that good writing needs to be read slowly.
In my spare time, I like to read the words of grassroots authors in space and occasionally write by myself. Some words are suitable for passing by in a hurry, while others need to be tasted slowly, and only when it is slow can its connotation be tasted. The artistic conception of the text, the author's emotion, and the truth contained in it must be finely passed. On weekdays, I don't analyze those simple and philosophical articles word by word, trying to appreciate the author's true thoughts, and at the same time I am digging up his ingenious methods. Good writing deserves to be so slow, and a slow point is the spirituality of everything in his pen; One is to slow down and follow his thinking into life. Finally, I understand why the ancients left so many poems. No wonder it is called "3 Tang Poems"? Good words are written slowly, and it takes many times of brewing and revision to succeed. Otherwise, how can there be the origin of the word "scrutiny"?
Spatial words are uneven. Throughout the major websites, they prefer to praise the beautiful and sad. Such words are very eye-catching at first, just like beautiful women who don't like them? Often you will be introduced into the artistic conception by its graceful and sad beauty, and you will not feel that you have forgotten the time. In fact, I prefer the faint, refreshing and quiet language, which doesn't have many gorgeous words at first. It is like a bowl of soup in winter, which makes you feel comfortable and warm all the time until you reach your stomach.
slow down, you can not only read good words, but also meet good love. Listening to Huangmei opera "Yu Tang Chun" and singing it word by word is very slow. I listened to a play in one afternoon. From the beginning to the end, from the acquaintance to the embarrassing reunion after many years, from the flower-like woman to the death row, from the slutty son to the patrol adult, love is brewed in a paragraph of lyrics and is engraved bit by bit. Yutangchun survived hard, just to meet the prince again. The power of love can make people overcome all hardships.
Good love is bound to be slow, as slow as the mist in a mountain stream. There are a few subtle feelings in the hazy, but you can feel them clearly. It is these foggy feelings that make you wait slowly. Waiting is like waiting for someone in the middle of the night. You don't know if he will come. But I have been waiting, and there are still some joys and warmth, which make you anxious. He came, came in a hurry, and only said that he was busy before returning. It is such a simple sentence that makes you wait for several hours, and the slow time dissipates in the waiting. However, at that time, even acacia was slow, like a pot of Chinese medicine boiling on the fire in the middle of the night, slowly suffering. The wind was filled with the bitter taste of Chinese medicine, and there was a hint of sweetness, which was the taste of missing. Because of concern, so wait; Because of waiting, it is slow.
I especially like a poem: At that time, time was so slow that I could only love someone all my life.
I hope our love is slow, so I can love you all my life. What a beautiful love, so beautiful that it makes people cry.
I'm not a woman in poetry. I hold earthly fireworks, eager to meet a sincere love in a short time. I don't care whether the lights are dim or not, and I don't care who pays much. I'm resting on the bright moon, dreaming in a window and walking in the world of mortals. Listen to the small bridge flowing in the south of the Yangtze River, and watch the romantic scenery in the north of Saibei; Smell the fragrance of plum and appreciate the temperament of orchid; How nice it would be to read the wonderful words and sentences in poems and paintings and taste the fragrance of snow-boiled tea under the moon and walk slowly through the end of time!
Be a plum blossom that will never die! Watching the lonely years, at the old ferry, watching the sunset and misty clouds with someone who has returned. Such years are extremely slow, which can make a person turn from blue hair to white hair.
I've always been a quiet woman, who likes to do things slowly, such as drinking tea and reading my favorite words slowly. When I miss someone slowly, time seems to stop, waiting for you, waiting for you to smile after a thousand turns, hanging gracefully and slowly on my brow. Many beautiful things must be understood after slow cognition.
In the pond of the community, the decaying lotus is littered, and I sit still like a lotus, waiting for the lotus fragrance in that pond to bloom again, although this waiting is very slow. I know that even the most beautiful lotus can't always bloom, but I hope I can wait until one day, make tea with someone in the moonlight and watch a lotus blossom. Think about that time, you can talk all night, even if there are no flowers like lotus, is your heart as infinite as amorous feelings? Although it may not be the fragrance of tea, at least you can take the time to talk about the grace of a cup of tea. That time must be so soft that people dare not go ahead.
it's slow to wait for a flower to bloom; Waiting for a person to arrive is also very slow. It takes a year to bloom, but it may take a lifetime. Slow is bitter, but it is also sweet.
I like to slow down!
In this poetic and charming night, a pot of green tea, accompanied by a few lines of words, listen to the time slowly? : Are you here? Slow down! I'll wait for you.