It is said that the reflection of people's left hand and the years of their right hand look closely, and they can't tell which is your destiny and which is my destiny. Legend has it that God's left hand destroyed, his right hand created, and human love and grievances were known to God in an instant. I yearn for it every night, but I can't hug you ...
Falling in love with you is to add some lotus seed soup to a cup of light tea, drink it when the water boils, let the strong bitterness diffuse wantonly, burn your heart to the point of sadness, and silently accept all the pain.
Falling in love with you is brewing half a bowl of sake in a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus, and pouring it independently in Leng Yue. The drifting drunkenness is surging and boundless, and only the cold moonlight is accompanied by a lonely figure.
Life has always been a constant topic. In the container of time, like a tree, we bloom, gather, pick up the fallen leaves, then pack them and send them back to the empty land. Sound, sound, light, shadow, mixing, mixing, rising and falling in the tide, cycle after cycle, we call it life. When life goes through the late autumn, through the enchanting flower sea on the other side, watching the dribs and drabs I walked on the Sansheng Stone, drinking the Meng Po soup in my hand, and crossing the Naihe Bridge, I entered another reincarnation. Even if some flowers die before they bloom, even if some things die before they are hired, even if their dreams can't come true. Everything is still on the other side, blooming with Manzhu Shahua. Faith and hope are still there, and dreams will come true in the afterlife. . .
Some people say that life is like Manjusri Shahua.
It is said to be beautiful, and it is as hot as tea when it blooms. It is said to be the only scenery on the ecliptic, beautiful and sad. It, Manzhu Shahua, is dazzling blood red. It is both poison and medicine, and it is the last feast on the way to rest. When the leaves are left, the flowers are placed last; When the flowers bloom, the leaves are gone. So bleak. People say it opened on the other side before it was forgotten. But I don't know, it has never been forgotten, just staggered from generation to generation, and then waited again and again. All this, is it fate or reincarnation?
People come and go, life comes and goes, we are so small, just a drop in the ocean. We can't stop the pace of time, we can only silently walk the road that seems to have been doomed. Just like the gorgeous flowers on the other side, the flowers are leafless, the leaves are leafless, Hua Cuo is gone, life is gone, and it is doomed to loneliness and sadness.
In fact, life is like a manzhu sand flower, on the other side, the heart is here, only flowers, no leaves. When the prosperity disappears and the fire turns into ice, we can only watch the sunset and moonlight calmly. ...
Walking among reeds
Camb.
Reed is not old.
You see, in this late autumn, at this moment when all reeds are falling, reeds are not sad. It talks to everyone who comes in with a song.
At this time, I am a loyal listener of Reid. Step by step into the reed's magnanimous love and gentleness.
A long dream. The life of reed falls from the drizzle. Yes, reeds don't remember the sound of landing, and they don't remember the scene of long soil, just as we don't remember our original crying. Pain is a matter of the land, that land, the soil that bears it, and drinking salty sea water. From then on, this seedling named Jia Jian was destined to be a child fed by seawater.
Let me turn into a gust of wind, a drop of rain and even wings in the wind and rain, and walk into …
How beautiful that spring was! Reed, still in its infancy, raised its head from the soil; The breeze blows on your face, reed, and you smell flowers and earth; Birds' wings fly in the sky, and you reach out to hold up spring; Feel the sunshine, feel the rain and dew, feel the flow of colors, feel the music and reeds flowing from your heart, but you forget to feel your own growth; Stretch your waist as much as you like. In the wind, you smile and dance. The buds grow from small to large, the bamboo shoots grow from thin to thick, and the underground roots crawl thick ... where are the stars in the daytime? When you learn to think and feel heavy, summer has come; Conical spikes contain flowering Kobanawa reeds. At this time, let me affectionately call you Reid. You are a handsome man standing in the wind. Under the scorching sun, you are more and more plump and chic. Summer is coming, Wei, please fan a few rays of sunshine with your thin wings; After that, I will travel far and snow in first frost; Let me remember, remember that the moonlight shines on you and my mother-in-law is drunk; Remember that the breath of starlight is swaying and overflowing in your breeze; And you, do you remember me as I remember you?
I have been in the distance, outside the rustling autumn wind; Looking forward is the deepest blessing. At this time, the reed, your green and yellow flag and the sunset behind you are integrated, what a brilliant lyric; Can I sing a song with you? A carefree song with no regrets; After that, I will never look back.
Pale,
The Millennium is frost.
The so-called Iraqis,
By the water.
Iraqi people are me. White feather, black feather, red crown, gentle and graceful, standing in the water; Through autumn water and white fog, I looked up and sang.
On the far shore where grass meets grass, the autumn wind is deep; Reed catkins are white, reed, you dance like the sea, like waves, like clouds, like tides, and I meditate in my heart.
Go back and follow it,
Long road resistance;
Swim back, follow it,
In the middle of the water.
Don't go upstream, Wei, I am in the middle of the water in your dream: my neck is repaired and my feet are high, I am jealous and far-sighted, and I prey on fish and shrimp in the water; Did you get a look at him? I am the dream girl you miss day and night. My body is white and full of wings. I drink water and have a long beak. I live on land. I am tall and good at dancing. I am famous for flying in the clouds. I, Liaodong Crane and Panjin Crane described by the ancients, fell in love with you and died in first frost. It's cold, and I will continue to fly south; Across the ocean to a distant island, where all the days are warm as spring, the sun falls from the sky and refracts from the water; There are blooming flowers everywhere. ...
After a long time,
The Millennium is still wet.
The so-called Iraqis,
Zaimeishui ...
Don't go upstream, reed, you should hold the cold in your hand and stand quietly in winter, waiting for my return; Remember, remember our story; This winter, you will no longer feel cold.
Parting is for reunion, and we look for reasons for our repeated betrayal. Yes, leaving is not betrayal; You open your tolerant arms to me again and again; This is your birthplace, the beach of Bohai Bay, the intersection of rivers and seas, and I am back; My sisters and I came back after thousands of waters in Qian Shan. Looking for lost dreams, we-red-crowned cranes, white-headed cranes, white-naped cranes, white cranes, gray cranes, geese, black-billed gulls ... the mighty team brought Xiang back to our spring!
Yes, spring woke up.
How grand this spring is: cranes come, seagulls come, reed warblers come, and all the birds in the world who like wetlands fly here. ...
You are asleep, sleeping;
How warm this spring is, you bloom in your sleep; Waiting for you quietly, waiting for you to fall asleep, waiting for your sweet smile in your sleep; When you wake up, we are singing and dancing with tears in our eyes; Hold you tight, I want to tell you about my lost winter, and pin me and my soul on your silent caress and care. ...
Gently, I went out; Walking out of the reeds in autumn; From my fantasy and my touch in the reeds.
Let me go back and say in my review: whoever listens to reeds can call back time and cranes flying south when reeds are all gone.
3.
Shades are everywhere, and flowers are hedges. Come from afar, the wind and cloud know you.
Put aside chores and take a trip in the spring. All the trouble in the distance, birds and flowers are waiting for you.
This season, peach, pear, magnolia and many other flowers are in full bloom. If your heart is turned out to bask in the sun and the breeze blows in, it will also bloom a smart flower.
So dear, when you said to go out for a walk, I didn't hesitate to put on my backpack and set off with you. When I stay somewhere, or have been on the road, my heart is always full of all kinds of curiosity. So even though mountains, rivers, bamboo forests and streams are all similar, there is always a tree, an old house and a long reflection of mountains and rivers at dusk, telling me that they are different. You see, the wind is different, the people you have met are different, the stories you have experienced are different, and even their breath and looks are so different.
So, how to compare? They live a comfortable life. Although they are small, they all have their own names and own an inch of land. In the sun, in the wind and rain, try to open a flower and bear a fruit.
When you pass by, you pass by green mountains and rivers. There must be countless people who have been here. On the stone steps where I sat, someone must have sat and seen the spring breeze turn into fire; The road I walked, the mottled sunshine fell down, which must have warmed others; The young leaves of wild flowers I photographed must have stopped here at this time last year. What a happy thing it is.
And I, a playboy, will love them so tirelessly.
Some time ago, when I was sorting out the information, I accidentally turned to the introduction of Japanese cherry blossoms. As soon as I turned over the contents, I remembered that beautiful name-Sakura Fubuki. When the cherry blossoms fall and spin in the air, it is not like a snow falling and intoxicated with beauty.
Coincidentally, one day when I opened my music library, I saw the Japanese version of Sakura Fubuki and the pure music in my favorites. It turns out that I have been collecting music for a long time, just waiting for a cherry blossom.
March, spring. At this time, the temperature in the south was just right, and it rained several times. When I am used to staying at home, traveling with me is just chatting with old friends. Sitting in a daze under the flower tree, listening to the sound of running water, running on the bamboo path. The rape blossoms were just right, and the bees landed on them, which was just fixed in my photo. Walking into the mountains and rivers, you can't see the girl who writes quietly, but you will only meet a crazy girl who is playful. Then, looking back, she was already under another flower tree.
Spring is a season suitable for walking. Fade away the cold of winter, and the chapter of summer will last forever. A person, or about three or two friends, carrying a backpack, on the road, met Xinglin misty rain, spring bamboo village.
There are not many things that can't really be put down. When you are entangled in complicated official duties, tired of being bored and single from nine to five, or you are just in love and feel sorry for yourself. Why don't you take a short trip and go to a place a little farther away from the city and where the air is not so noisy?
Mountain, teach you to be generous; Water teaches you to be soothing and soft. The wind gives you all the tenderness in the southeast and northwest. Shadows and sunshine will make your memories more colorful and beautiful. I'm afraid there's nothing like traveling to cure emotions. Not only exercise, cultivate sentiment, gain happiness, but more importantly, find yourself in nature.
In spring, go on a trip. Go far away, satisfy your curiosity, challenge your height and dry your long-lost boring mood. On the road, even if you are alone, you will not be lonely, because people in the same industry can become companions.
In March, in the distance, there is a rape blossom and a vast spring waiting for you.
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I fly a kite ten miles together in the spring breeze, just like a dream pulling a high-flying direction, and my heart is as blue as the sky.
-Inscription.
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You pushed open the lintel of spring with gentle hands. The warm breath broke the glacier, melted the cold dream of snow, blew down the thick cotton-padded jacket and blew away the beginning of the year. It's warm to walk out of the house and meet you.
It is another reincarnation. When the mountains and rivers are full of your footprints, new buds will hug you, and flowers will give you the tenderest smile and sweet feedback, so the wine of bees will fill the four seasons.
I really wanted to talk to you with my heart, but I ran away with a smile. I have thin willow leaves on my face, and you hide behind and smile. In fact, I never caught up with you, just a drunken hug and separated.
Yes, lying quietly on the new green lawn, watching you play with white clouds, feeling that you brushed your cheeks gently, closing your eyes to keep warm and elegant, and your heart is warm.
You were the minister at the beginning of the year. You should ring the footsteps of spring with your bell and start your mission with it.
Suddenly, you are the spirit of spring, dancing with white clouds and flowers. I met you in the swaying green grass, in the dew-covered stamens, walking with you on the mountains and rivers, and watching you wrinkle a pool of spring water by the river.
Under the colorful background, listening, insects singing, watching, flying flowers and flowers, those steps seem to be drunk, lingering among the green mountains and green waters, ten miles of spring breeze, stupid and complaining.
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Spring should be a light rain romance and a meeting of flowers. You can always meet an alley full of fragrant flowers and charming scenery. Suddenly one day, there are flowers and light rain in the spring breeze, which is an intoxicating time in this spring.
In spring, there are many beautiful things in imagination, such a quiet night, quietly listening to the lingering wind and rain; Wake up in the morning and listen to the crisp songs of birds, and the grass is brand-new and green; The weather is fine, in the beating sunshine, touch the softness of the wind; If you walk on the green hills, you can enjoy the paths covered with green trees and the flowers covered with trees.
In this spring, there are still many memories, still looking forward to. Are you back? Meet each other in the alley in spring.
Turn around, watch and listen.
Spring breeze, light rain, cloudy and sunny. A spring breeze can actually bring the charm of heaven and earth and the emotional sadness of the season, but no matter what kind of emotional sadness, when you spend such a time, it is beautiful.
The new rain is green and the wind is slowly rolling. It is always full of the softness of Chun Er, and the wind is warm. You can feel with your heart, listen, look around among the green leaves, smell in the grass, and be attached to reunion in the hidden shyness.
Spring breeze is ten miles, drink. Drink some thoughts of hometown, and the country roads are full of fragrant paths. Sometimes, are spring flowers all over the mountain? Looking up at the leisurely sky and the far-reaching wilderness is like dancing on the grass in a previous life.
Ten miles away from the spring breeze, I also lament how the pace of time is so fast. Yesterday, the peach blossom bloomed in my heart, as if it had not fallen. Today, I met again with a bright smile. Why is the rhythm so late? It is my heart. I don't want to understand yesterday.
I smile in the flowers, you dance in the flowers, and blowing a flower in your hair is your greeting.
"The east wind came back with spring, and sent flowers to my branches." Looking up is a gesture, looking up at the height of a flower, looking up at the whisper of a wisp of wind, if the feeling of water is among the flowers, flowing freely in the spring breeze into your own spring.
Ten miles of spring breeze, those gibberish scattered in the waves, those thoughts falling with dew, those thoughts swaying with the wind, which spring rain has been wet? Those tiny, imperceptible, gentle passes are the obsession of the years, an empty theater behind the scenes, and Jia Jianqing's clothes and knife Ma Huadan echoed in his ears.
Its besieged city and its snowy area melt into a trickle in the spring breeze.
Between clouds and water, you are an Iraqi who dances lightly, heating every inch of time into a flower and scattering it on human strangers. In a bunch of flowers, holding the elegant goose yellow.
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I fly a kite ten miles together in the spring breeze, just like a dream pulling a high-flying direction, and my heart is as blue as the sky.
The beauty of spring enters the heart, and the wind renders the meaning of glaciers. Let the clear water flow into a sparkling song, and the song is moving. Listen attentively to the shallow songs that dance with the wind in spring. I hid with my eyes. At that time in Na Yue that year, I used my heart to think brightly, so I walked into my city.
When the moonlight slowly pours down, you, dancing in the light and shadow, blow open the flower of dreams, the flower of dreams is in full bloom, in the spring breeze.
5.
If I'm tired of seeing the scenery and walking. Would you like to become a stone of debauchery and let me live on it for the rest of my life? (abstract)
( 1)
When I sit idle at noon, I want to take care of the flowers and plants in front of the door.
The gallery is very quiet, and the flowers in the past are so noisy. Even in winter, taking advantage of this sunshine, it will grow wildly and make the whole compound full of vitality.
However, this year is very strange. Flowers are like a boudoir girl painted with rouge, holding a proud look, not arrogant and impetuous, and slowly blooming. Just like spring, it comes very late, and I really seldom want to get warm or cold. Before the pink patch is fully opened, it converges and becomes quiet.
After cutting the petals, I found that not only did the flowers bloom late this year, but also the spring came late, even the letters that I care about in the day came late. That's a letter from a foreign ta. I used to come here when the weather was fine in spring, but this year is different.
I thought it would come in a few days, and sure enough, the next afternoon, when the postman came to the door, I was as happy as wisteria.
As in the past, I miss Chun Qing, writing pink poems.
That afternoon, ta and I went to the most beautiful spring.
(2)
Late at night, An Yue.
I feel safe and happy after a day's work.
I always like to write some words to pay homage to life before going to bed, just like the life fu being written at the moment, which is the purest and safest, comes from clothes and horses, and finally returns to peace.
Tea is infinitely soft in a white porcelain cup, and the heart is silent in true feelings.
As if we met in the past, we always like to wait for a while and look up at the stars. It's you, me and everything.
Sleeping with a stationery can't wait for a beautiful city.
(3)
The winter night is so long.
To be precise, I actually wanted to change the word "winter" into "spring", but I never thought that I would stop talking this spring, so I hesitated and came with a half-open veil, but I didn't want to leave.
I think it's melodramatic.
So after this dinner, it seems very happy but very silent.
No matter what you do, you are so happy, sinking into the depths of fireworks, but you can't extricate yourself.
The warmth of the years is full of lines, so even if it is wasted, it will make people feel excited.
(4)
The letter has arrived.
My heart is full of joy, thinking that I can see Dongdong soon. After all, it's been a long time, and I miss you very much.
After a nap, get up, peel fruit and juice, tidy the bookcase and clean the room.
Take time off to read some Anne's books.
It seems that time is quiet, calm, peaceful and really good.
Clouds slide down the hillside, the wind tiptoes through the corridor, and wisteria is fragrant.
My heart is idle, my pillow is as old as mountains and rivers, and my heart is as old as ever.
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Love will leave and become a landscape, planted in the former city.
No matter how vigorous, it's all over. Fall into silence.
It's not that I don't love, I just feel powerless. Or bored.
Those colors that support youth will be grayed out, forming a simple but unobtrusive force.
Then store it in your heart to fight against the twenty-three old events. This is the end.
In this way, for you, for me and for time, it is the most beautiful thought and the deepest understanding.
So, learn to love, love those wonderful times, love innocence, love deep love, love eternal life.
(land)
It's good to come back from watching Beijing Opera in the evening.
Yi Yiya's singing skills are incomprehensible at this age, but somehow, I read some charm myself.
Sleeves dance lightly, eyes are crisp, makeup is heavy, and it will last for thousands of years.
This is the most beautiful word I can think of. Charm.
I once wrote such a passage, and now it seems just right.
"Your name, ever fall on the silk Ying Ying.
In an instant, I suddenly realized my amazing long-cherished dream in my last life. So, I pay attention to the clouds and water, and let my feelings be gentle and lingering.
Leave it alone. When it is magical, it is your name.
Like this, soft. Very charming. "
Do you know, my love, I will give it to you, to accompany you all your life, peace and happiness.
(End)
Write and read, cook tea and plant flowers, and fry a small meat bun.
Emotion and fireworks are integrated, so the days are parallel and silent, but even and nostalgic, fragrant and moving.
It is good to be happy in your heart.
I didn't put too many thoughts in words, wandered in life and lost my true self many times.
Fortunately, there are still words that make me find my previous gentleness.
I think it's just the right time to walk in life with the most authentic attitude.
6.- 1 -
Don't get carried away, why dig deeper?
Sitting alone, thinking about the spring rain for thousands of miles, staring at the place, the smoke is green, how many new worries have you quietly discovered? Cold and lonely, sad and serious, it is difficult to cut interest rates if one person wants to do so.
Looking back at the first sight, the warm wind hit my face. In early July, the lotus was dewy and elegant. In the wind and smoke of the years, there are monarchs, harps, utensils and flowers. In the rhythm of Linz's poems, he leans against the West Wing, holding hands and looking at Cui Wei ten miles away. On the bank of the leisure pool pavilion, there is laughter and flowers in the dancing room.
Spring is still getting old, and pear and apricot trees miss their old friends in the rain. Looking around, your shadow is vague and dreamy. Only sigh that only soul dreams can reunite, only sigh that dreams cannot be made by people, and deep affection is the ultimate way. Cherish spring is most afraid of ruthless rain, but it is easily destroyed by the headwind.
The vicissitudes of life are like snow, silently penetrating the sideburns. Today, I am haggard and have nothing to say. The sadness of parting is hard to say, and the tenderness of the past is hard to suppress. There was a little light rain under the eaves, and the tears on my cheeks were clear.
Love comes and goes, and it comes and goes. Who can see clearly, who can see through, who can let go of the light clouds, who can laugh without leaving a trace of persistence? As a result, old friends are like mirrors, and I don't know where the water is. The feeling of this scene, the breeze for a few months, turned around and looked at the shadows in the quiet night.
Pear blossoms are brilliant, showers are clear, and dreams are hard to wake up. That year, the eyebrows were like spring, the corners of the mouth were pretty, and they were as charming as the morning glow, just because of the face. However, Meng Shan still exists, and the feelings have disappeared. Even with Qian Qian's affection, Brocade is hard to trust.
Leisure is the most bitter, and one room is lonely. Sigh that spring flowers have not solved any worries, sigh that hundreds of schools of thought contend for countless marriages, sigh that spring flowers are difficult to meet the autumn moon, and sigh that Xiahe can't see the autumn cold.
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It is said that the juvenile articles are splendid, but the new words are old and the words are sad. It is said that teenagers don't know how to worry, but the lonely shadow is as cold as autumn.
Green and purple stripes, where to put our infatuation. The moon is full of rain and shine, and the joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Last year's flowers withered, but this year's flowers are in bloom. Time flies, burying Zhu Yan, diluting love and cooling illusion. Drunk souls are hard to chase dreams, and love is empty.
Asking what love is in the world makes people hesitate. Love is gentle, a play, a step to the end of the world, and a step to the ends of the earth. The frost flowers in the play and the wind and rain in the play are all troubles in some corner of the world. It's just that the plot is too fascinating, the scenes are shallow and the scenes are deep. A bleak, gaunt, very persistent.
Full of memories, once upon a time, Tsing Yi teenagers were full of tenderness. Now that I'm broke, who cares? Tears have no cheeks, who will wipe them?
Don't get carried away, why dig deeper? The nightmare of the past has passed, but people are trapped in it and it is difficult to wake up. Every inch of lovesickness and melancholy interweaves into wordless fragments, lingering in my mind. If life is like the first time, will the years be quiet and beautiful, and there will be no troubles in this spring? It's just that if there is no life, love will come and go, and life will never be solved. ...