Knowing that the bones of immortals are neither cold nor hot comes once in a thousand years.
This word was found at the end of the April issue of Mei Wu. Later, I looked it up and found Su Shi's Jade Pagoda and Jade Rhyme in Spring. Because I like it, it is the title of the article.
When I wrote this preface, I was on the train from Wuchang to Shanghai. In the middle of the night, Wan Yang and Jin He were already asleep, and Pan Haitian was reading his newly bought Blood for Blood in the smoking area of the carriage. Standing there with him for a while, I remembered the word and wanted to start writing, so I opened my notebook, wrote down the title and indulged my thoughts.
Actually, it has nothing to do with Chu Xidao's beautiful story. Sometimes when I see a certain sentence, my heart will shake, just like a person's eyes suddenly floating in the chaotic smoke. A moment's gaze, then dissipated, leaving only the viewer's imagination.
A good poem and a good word should be like this. Dust beads are pure jade, silence is in the box, and loud voices are listening. It will wait for you to listen to its whisper. One day, when you came back to read this old poem after sunshine and rain, you suddenly read a sentence and found that you had never understood it before. You are sobering, clear, but vaguely sad.
When I saw this word, I saw a story, or just a person's back, related to the White Snake, Nie Yinniang and the Dragon Lady in Dongting.
When did China's fairy love begin? Maybe Liu Ruan went into the rooftop? In short, there is no good result.
I watched Nie Yinniang when I was a child. I read that several years later, the female sword fairy met her husband, just "happy to meet", gave the pills a measure of good or bad luck, then said goodbye and never stopped. I always thought that it was not human feelings, and there was no lingering and attachment. This is really a sword-the fairy means to cut it off.
Time is the measure of indifference. People who can live for a hundred years can't see the back of people who can live for a thousand years. Watching her or him come singing and dancing, they once met themselves. I can't stay, but I am still singing and dancing. Turn around again, it's been 1000 years.
1000 years later, when you come back, my hair has turned white, my teeth have fallen out, my eyes looking at your departure direction have dimmed, and I can no longer see your face clearly. I have missed the flowering period. A thousand years later, your chuckle is still blushing, you are dancing under the tree, and I no longer sing in your footsteps.
Why do you buckle my heart again? My heart is dead wood.
Where's the fairy?
Or an article in the April issue, "Drunk with a Sword" said in her April: "She knows that the child can't believe everything he says and will forget it, but you still remember that it will make you sad for a long time. But she believed it, so she was sad for a long time. "
When I read this sentence, I was on the train from Shanghai to Wuchang. When I was standing in the smoking room reading, I suddenly felt sad. Come here with the big sedan chair. It's really serious. I said that this issue of "Three Men Make a Tiger" is well written, and the person who can write this sentence is not a child.
For god, mortals are probably all children, right?
I don't know the living environment of the immortals. Looking through the legends of the Tang Dynasty, people think of the secluded cave in gutang, a tree-lined mountain. Some people meditate at the water's edge, covered in light. Thousands of years of changes outside the mountain are like feet of water without waves.
but ...
Your immortal bones and roots, your understanding and understanding, your skin that absorbs the essence of the sun, the moon and the clouds, are you enough to bury your heart?
With a flick of a finger, some colors bloom, some smells sprout, some dribs and drabs fall on the water surface of the deep well in Gutan, ripples swing open, and the reflection is messy, so the heart that has not moved for thousands of years suddenly jumps out of the dust, like an oriole whose branches jump in the sun.
Too forgetful or too dangerous, because too lonely, so that people want to give up this Millennium, the next Millennium, and countless millennia that extend to the end of time. Let the immortals step out of the blessed land, drink loudly and say, let's start!
Let's get started.
So White Snake fell in love with Xu Xian. Although she lives and practices in the grass under the broken bridge, she has seen countless charming young lang for thousands of years. Someone put an umbrella, forty-eight strands of purple bamboo and an old painting umbrella in Hangzhou in her hand, and the snake wanted to be with him for a period of time or a lifetime.
Still no good result.
In the thousand years of this century, the first begonia flower on the branch fell in the autumn twilight, and some people moved their hearts. And some people don't know, he doesn't know, she only moved her heart once in a thousand years. So when he understood, he had to stand in Jinshan Temple and look at the depressed heart under the tower.
Still beating gently?
Just like the old love story in Tokyo, in the back-to-back game between Li Xiang and Nagao Kanji, only one person will turn back.
Therefore, Xian Fan's love was an accident. To intercept that accidental point in the long Millennium is like two grains of sand meeting in the depths of the sea. The ocean flows thousands of times, and finally eats grass for a millimeter. Itself is a tragedy of time.
Every love is probably so much.
Attachment: Yu Yun in Two Horses in Lou Yuchun (Su Shi)
Knowing that immortal bones are neither cold nor hot, they meet for a thousand years.
So, don't be angry with beautiful women, but look at the rain on the pear branches.
The fallen flower has been driven back into the air, and Hua Ben has no intention of complaining.
In the Ming Dynasty, I went back to Tangxia Road West, but I didn't see the place where the flowers fell.
The real armor is still there ~