Appreciation of Excellent Classic Love Prose Part I: I would like to accompany you all your life and let you live in Chang 'an all your life.
Time is a silent hourglass. No matter how young or fat I am, I just want to go on with you, hold your hand and grow old with my son. In the cold winter, the wind is at the window, roaring and growling like a caged animal. And your smiling eyes, with endless tenderness, melted the anxiety between my eyebrows. Happiness is sweet and fermented, the sun is shining and the color is just right. This is my handwritten poem. After you left, I got the whole romantic taste.
When loving you becomes a habit, I am willing to accompany you for a lifetime, so that you can live in Chang 'an all your life, from morning till evening, from here to the other side, and let the cold world warm up. When I regard you as a stumbling block, I will toss and turn all the way, looking for a harbor where you have always been full, sometimes the lights are dim, and sometimes the autumn water looks through, looking for a place to live and dream. Reflect good wishes, fold into a paper crane full of blessings, and fly freely in the dream. How can I make you cry? Smile is the color of the rainbow. All those on and off, I want to ask if you are happy and dare to accompany me to the moment when life is still. This is the last choice to make my world clear. You are the only glory in my life. Listening to the songs of youth, why not just you and me?
The sound of whispering together is tightly held in my palm and played to you when the rain stops. The fallen leaves covered the asphalt road, and I walked lightly through this unforgettable and unforgettable time. Your running back and sunset are beautiful, and your wind chime-like laughter is swaying my already fallen heart. Diary narrates youth. At that time, we were all too willful and lost our love with our own hands. Out of the crowd, I stood on the overpass and looked into the distance. Passing through this city, there are many familiar places. I once had laughter with you. Time passes through your fingers, and your brow adds to your sadness. You close your eyes and slowly flash back. Once the good was mentioned again, and the sadness in my chest continued. Those gorgeous vows gathered in my ear word by word, like a thorn in my heart. I typed a few words and deleted them, but I couldn't save them. Let me bear this fate alone.
That person gave me a heartbeat, gave me heartache, and everything vanished, like rain, like a rainbow, just a short blend. When the night began to darken and my memory became more and more hazy, I fell into this city and buried my past and destiny together. When we meet again in a certain year, will we be moved in the future? I only remember a gust of wind that summer, blowing your long hair, my dream, not daring to touch it with my eyes, and your clear smile.
Appreciation of Excellent Classic Love Prose II: The Taste of Love
Did you leave in a hurry? Why not take away the true feelings you once gave me, and let my feelings have a place to rest, even if I am lonely, I can bear it silently. If the wild geese don't return to the north, but the dew you love fills my thirsty heart and nourishes the green trees I miss, even if I can't find the small garden you planted for me in the wind and rain in my dream, you will make my lawn more lush. Out of a brand-new world, no wind, no rain, no worries. If the warm spring breeze didn't blow beautiful fairy tales for me, you gave me one spring after another with pure and sincere feelings. It tastes bitter and astringent, sour and sweet.
You look silly. How many confidants can you have? Being cold and relaxed in the snow and ice is a unique personality, not conceited. Fishing in the snow alone, accompanied by the whistling wind. In this way, the bustling beauty of the world of mortals is like a dream. Everything is empty, life and death are sour and clear, like the flowers of the heart. Suddenly, two lines of clear tears have gone to blowing in the wind, who can understand that rainy dream? Affectionate only regrets heartless resentment, emaciated, falling snow under the buttonwood, who will listen to? It snows under the bridge beside the village, and the fate of heaven and earth is a joke. It's not easy to say hate. If you are persistent, you can't say pain. In the name of love, it will be beautiful for you. Cher will melt quietly in the warm wind, and there will be no more tear drops. If the heart is broken, like a ghost, the pen is broken, it is not love! Life is so short, kindness and love are fleeting. Although I didn't promise anything, I no longer expect it. I miss all of you, and I just want to stay with you, so that love will not become a burden.
My brushwork is too sad, but with true feelings, all from the heart, the articles are all written for you, even if it is death. When we met in summer, we were touched by many feelings, leaving your unique memory. Love is you. I don't say anything stupid. I only remember that I had you when I was lonely, when I was sad, and when I was happy, you left. No complaints, no sighs, you said that your love has no cost, but I won't squander it casually until the scenery sees through who wrote that love. Let my love turn into a butterfly and drift with you all the way, even if my hair turns white. Don't write too much romance, don't write your thoughts on your face, let this winter wind take away your mental fatigue and be as silent as before. People get old, but feelings don't. No matter how much you love, prosperity will be dull, leaving only a feeling that the clouds are light and the wind is light. I won't be your moon, but you are my sun.
If you forget me today, I have no regrets, because you gave me the truest feelings and the clearest sky, and I will always miss those sincere eyes. Stay in your heart, no matter where you are. No matter how many times we get together and part, pain and happiness will always leave a taste of love.
Appreciation of Excellent Classic Love Prose Part III: Companionship is the longest confession.
The weather in April always makes me feel very tired, so even if I have chicken pox at home for half a month and have nothing to do at home, I am too lazy to write anything. Curling up in a warm bed has always been my most enjoyable thing.
Sometimes, when the sun shines brightly into the room, I will be fascinated? But at the same time, I really can't find a reason to be elated during my chicken pox. Day after day, high fever, low fever, itchy blisters, and high-profile appearance when it is dull. alas ...
Without the time on the road every day, I don't even have the inspiration to write. If I don't see the wonderful speeches of my space friends, I think I will keep silent. Over the years, the company of space has surpassed everything. I'm used to sharing my life with my friends here, and I'm used to understanding her (his) feelings about life with my friends' words.
Years slip away unconsciously, and I can become more mature and steady day by day, which really surprises me and makes me believe that growth is an irresistible thing. Whether you have experienced it or not.
The day before yesterday, a friend who had lost contact with me for n years added me again, which surprised me. At first, because of a little misunderstanding, I deleted him impulsively. I didn't expect that after many years, he would take the trouble to come back. Whatever the reason, at that moment, I just felt that everyone was actually longing for the original beauty. I am not a person with many stories, but I am willing to use a sensitive heart to perceive all the encounters and separations in my life.
Jane Eyre wrote: "Life is so short that we should not use it to resent." Therefore, whenever and wherever, I have never complained and regretted. I thank God for giving me this life. Even if it is so mediocre in the eyes of others, I am still happy. Beauty is often overlooked because of its exquisiteness, mistakenly thinking that it is out of reach, but if you are grateful, everything will be beautiful.
"Love intersect, love the dead hurt; Only when the hearts intersect can they last long. " I won't ask for more, because even "fireworks are easy to cool" is an eternal and lingering story. In the world of mortals, in the network, we are all passers-by, just come and go, and after a circle, we will always be reluctant to leave.
Needless to say, company is the longest confession!