Appreciation of classic love lyric prose Part I: Thank you for letting me learn to grow up.
On graduation day, you and I stood in the empty classroom of the teaching building. I hold you in my arms and say to you in that brightly lit city, "Dear, let me send you a pot of gardenias!" " "
You turned around and looked at me affectionately: "Why did you send me gardenias?"
"Because we are about to graduate, this is the season when gardenias bloom; You like gardenias, and you said you like that summer night full of gardenias. "
"Gardenia represents? Do you want to express anything with it? "
I pointed to the meteor across the sky and said to you, "I'm going far away." I don't know if we will be in the same city, so I will send you gardenias, so that when you see them, you will think of this summer night and me ... "
"No, I want to go to the same city as you, so I don't want gardenias."
At that time, we all laughed "hmm! We go to the same city, wander there, settle down there, live our own lives, and then have two children ... "
Three years have passed, and I have completely lost contact with you, just saying hello to each other occasionally.
Now it's almost gardenia season, but we can't go back to that summer night.
You have a new boyfriend, and I choose to wander around the world. ...
Time, what a terrible thing!
It, let me meet you and give me a perfect and regrettable youth.
Now we are separated from each other, just like the intersection line in the wilderness of time. After that intersection, we go further and further.
Now, things are human, and people are tea.
And I also know that the regret in youth is not that you left me.
But thank you for letting me learn to grow up. ...
Appreciation of classic love lyric prose Part II: The mark of your reincarnation falls on my brow.
Late at night, the ticking of the second hand on my watch reached my ears. Lying in bed, tossing and turning, still can't sleep. Listening to light music, with the rhythm, your face comes into view.
It's really hard to forget someone. We have never met, but we always appear in our dreams. Talking to the Buddha, the Buddha said that this is a tie in the past life, because the fate is too deep, but a bowl of Mengpo soup can't erase the memory. The meeting in your dream is destiny takes a hand. I don't want to believe in the cycle of heaven, but the mark of your reincarnation fell deeply on my brow, and I didn't begin to believe until I couldn't breathe.
I dreamed of meeting you in reality, but you never showed up. It's also true or false, I can't say clearly. That year, we crossed the desert and saw a mirage; In January of that year, we climbed Xuefeng and met Xuelian. That day, we dived into the sea and met a strange mermaid. Everything is wonderful. I think it must be a sweet dream, but Snow White is lying on the table.
Close your eyes and open them again, and you still appear in front of me. Raise your hand and touch your head. The corners of your mouth are curved upward. My heart is shaking, I know you are real. But why does it sometimes disappear? You said you appeared because I broke into your world, not because you disappeared. Have you ever heard of parallel time and space? I was in a panic. Am I still in the territory of novels and have never come out? But I can clearly hear your heartbeat and feel your breathing.
I only remember a familiar face, but my memory of you has long since dried up. Maybe you really exist in another world, but somehow you are obsessed with me. I don't understand. Buddha said that everything is like dharma, such as dew, electricity, fate, origin and instant silence. The images in the world are illusory, everything is metaplasia, everything moves with the heart, and everything is static. Meditate in situ and meditate. Everything was empty, and you disappeared.
In the morning, the sunshine dispels the tranquility of the night, the hour hand is still turning, and the light music is still echoing in the ear. Rub your eyes and see the reality clearly. All this is just a passing sight.
Appreciation of classic love lyric prose (3): just for your smile
Prosperity has passed, and the past is like smoke. I suddenly replied, I remember it, just for your smile at that moment. -inscription
The night is dark, so sad. The smile under your delicate face lingers in my mind over and over again.
The rain outside has already stopped, and I have been addicted to your dream for a long time. It was not until the sky thundered outside that I woke up suddenly, but I was already in tears.
Everything is like a dream, and the past is like smoke. You and I are like the rain outside the window at night, and it has already stopped. There are only bits and pieces of wet on the windowsill, which shows that all this has just happened.
Maybe this moment in your life is doomed. Maybe you and I are destined to bear the fruits of predestination in this life, and we should suffer from acacia and the world of mortals. It is only because you and I are not firm enough to abide by the Covenant before the Sansheng Stone that the fruits of this life have been created. If there is an afterlife, I would rather bear endless consequences, or be reincarnated for thousands of generations, or fall into hell forever. I don't want you to feel sorry for me again and shed a tear. Just because at the moment you shed tears, my heart was broken.
But you don't have the appearance of sinking fish and falling geese, the lingering amorous feelings of spring breeze, willow blue and national color, but you care about my whole heart. Even if there is no eternal commitment, I only come for you in this life, because you can read my heart.
The heart that has never changed after going through Cang Sang is flawed, and it is no longer perfect because of you. The brave man who once looked down on the world and regarded the heroes of the world as dirt was timid and hesitant only because of you. The body that once stood in heaven and earth is getting haggard because of you, and it is no longer what it used to be.
Every time you cry, you are by my side, but I don't know that your tears are for me. Until that last moment, I knew you would never cry again in your life, because your tears belong to me, just like my heart.
Water without tears doesn't know the taste of tears, and people who haven't seen flowers can't see their enchanting. At this moment, I know that there may be another person in this world who can understand you, and that is me. My heart hurts even more when I see you crying for me again and again. I don't want to hurt you, but I always break your heart.
From the moment you stabbed your sword into my heart, listening to your heartbreaking cry, I woke up leisurely, watching your tears gush, your pale face and your trembling hands covered with blood, and I realized that I was so important in your heart in this life.
But I know that the days of my life are numbered, and I have given you my whole heart. My heart is broken by your sword. Seeing you cry for me, I have nothing to worry about in my life. The only thing I can't let go of is you.
I walked through Cang Sang, tasted the pain of samsara, traveled all over Kyushu, fell into a world of hubbub and chaos, endured hundreds of years of wind, rain, sun and rain, and finally could not escape your sword in fate. At that moment, I smiled, laughing so dripping and carefree. ...
Maybe it's a relief, maybe it's already doomed in that fate. If not, you and I will never escape from this fate, so let me hurt you again and bear endless consequences alone.
The protection and persistence from generation to generation have made you and me familiar, branded each other's marks in our hearts, and left it alone. You and I have long been speechless. Just one look and one smile is enough for each other.