From the year before last, when birds were singing and flowers were blooming.
You have always lived in my heart-Jiangshan.
Maybe in the long years to come
You will never move again.
I know what you think after traveling thousands of miles.
There are countless beautiful mountains.
You won't know your history until you have seen thousands of landscapes.
Contains the honor and disgrace of China for five thousand years.
Lift your thin veil
Examples of wise kings and bad kings in past dynasties
Floating on the dust of years
Clearly shows the ignorant me.
It's like tasting a light cup of Longjing.
It is not enough to think about you all your life.
I often whisper your birth name.
I have never forgotten your face.
So you hang out like a star.
My whole starry sky-shining forever
That walk was on the green grassland in Zhongdian.
After my heart is close to you.
I suddenly woke up when my thoughts were floating in the wind.
I miss this land that fascinates me.
This will ruin the country.
With you, I'm not afraid to waste time.
I love you very much and my feelings for you are no longer running in. Even if I wander for a long time, you are a constellation that will never fall in my heart. I haven't touched you for a long time, and your figure has been shining in my mind.
I feel that I am not the competent big brother in your mind, and I have not been able to clear away the loneliness around you. But I know that you are steering for me, and you have a lot on your mind. I believe that at any moment, everything without you will be isolated from the excitement. With you, I am not afraid of the years, and I believe that I will gain if I pay.
Life has been honed in the years, and fate has not drawn any boundaries for anyone.
Life has been honed in the years, and fate has not drawn any boundaries for anyone, nor has it preset any suffering for anyone. The art of life is that no matter which street you walk through or who you meet, don't forget to forgive or be pessimistic.
Years are quiet, my pride.
How time flies! Unconsciously, today is my fourth day in the countryside. I think today is very rewarding. I get up at six o'clock on time and go downstairs for breakfast after I finish my housework. Although the breakfast is not very rich, it feels warm when eating, because the logistics team is particularly hard and will get up at five o'clock to make breakfast. Just after breakfast, I vaguely heard the laughter of the children who couldn't wait to come to class outside. They were all full of energy. Now seeing their faces, I think of my primary school days again. I once remembered my father waving a whip shadow in the corner, which impressed me deeply. Because at that time, I only thought about how to play every day and didn't want to go to school at all. I have classes five days a week, and my father whips me to school almost every day. But now children are very conscious, and most primary school students don't need parents to pick them up at all. This spirit and motivation are precious.
As the saying goes, under the four rewards, there must be a brave man. Encouraged by small prizes, every primary school student actively participates in the class. They are very clever. What coordinate system, idioms, sentences ... In fact, shine on you is better than blue, and I think they are really suffering. In this way, the morning time secretly passed in the noise.
I put on delicate makeup and wait for you in a blooming stranger.
Sometimes a person's inner desolation is not how far you are from this world, but how far you are from that horizon. If you can't measure the past by visual distance, learn to let your mood grow wings. Even if you stand on the cusp, let your dreams fly as freely as possible.
How old is the half-time in that cup? Now, there is no way to know. I just know clearly that I am walking in the silence of cool time. If not, there is still a lingering warmth in my heart. Then, my thin eyes, I am afraid, are already on the road in late autumn. A person's time is long and boring, but I will still be willing to slow down and be a wandering bird, waiting for the warm sunshine in autumn alone, because I am sure that the direction of my heart must be hidden in the endless yellow grass.
When the day is forcibly divided by day and night, I think I may gradually calm down and fall into the silence of mixed flavors. I will gradually forget some sadness attached to me by the years, just like a broken spider web in the corner. When youth fades, romantic turns cold, who will remember that it also consumes the gorgeous clothes that have been woven to the extreme. And I, according to the background of the years, accompanied by the warm fragrance of the years, can only be forgotten in the sound of sunset or the grass color of fireworks in the distance. But I don't complain. In fact, time just left me on the road, but my world has never been lonely. My heart, whether it is autumn rain or fallen leaves, is extremely tenacious in the village of time, like grass on the road, burning and growing year after year.
In so many silent years, I poured all my worries about flowers and the magnificence of Pinellia ternata into my pen, resting with my heart and taking my heart as ink, and made an unforgettable persistence with only a trace of obsession and words. However, those water-cooled, smoke-filled, streamers and fireworks are always too dense, and no matter how much they are mentioned or expected, they can't be clear after all. It's like a period of time, when you look back and smile, you will see flowers bloom when you bow your head. It's all a dialogue between thousands of customs, and it can't stand the years. Finally, I just wrote it on the dust, and suddenly a gust of wind rose and left, but it had fallen into the depths of the vegetation and disappeared without a trace.
It is better to learn to be a quiet and plain woman, not looking at flowers, not drawing, having feelings and not responding to situations. People who only look at mountains and rivers have the fortitude of northern men and the bright smile of Qiuyang. He doesn't write words, and of course he doesn't know the argot in words. He just sat calmly with me, chatting about trivial things on earth and the smell of ordinary lanes. I, on the other hand, quietly hid the plants, butterflies, fireworks and Shui Ze, and only looked at his smiling face attentively. One night was suitable, and January was infatuated for a year. In an instant, I can grow old comfortably in the overlap of time.
Silence for a long time, in fact, I didn't think much. As long as I gently hang the time cooked with clear water on my wrist, with a little Coody Leng, half-flavored fireworks and three or five small smiling faces, I can start writing with the light of the world. As for what to write, it depends on the mood. You can write about the dripping of spring rain, the shyness of summer lotus, the coolness of autumn heart, the warmth and peace of winter love, the stretching of words, and the fainting of paper and ink. The scenery of the four seasons is like a cloud in the sky, which is a page after time memory. Is the most beautiful confession in my heart.
As for me, he is still quiet and gentle, just drinking tea and watching flowers in one place, watching a breeze blow the long hair of a beloved woman and watching a red cloud dye the cheek of a beloved woman. Buddha said that it doesn't matter how a person meets another person, what a person looks like in another person's eyes or what a person looks like in another person's heart. Those are just pictures on paper, and they can't stand suffering. After a long guess, as long as you choose to be close to each other in a calm year, time can slowly outline the imaginary outline, because you add joy and care, you will have love.
Sometimes, occasionally a sentence or two that hurts the liver and lungs will pop out of my heart, like a deep red plum blossom coughing up blood and spreading it on paper. How you look at it, it's all cool after the mountains and rivers are cold. As a result, tears will suddenly overflow my eyes, inadvertently hurting my time. However, I will try my best to control the direction of the words and not allow those sad and wanton publicity. I will resist them with the warmth of a large space in the deep lane of the years, just because I can warm my heart with a golden tongue, so that the lonely soul can not be released all the way.
Actually, I'm just a very young woman. Facing some situations in my life, I have a primitive emotion in my eyes and a wet routine in my heart. But I know that the sunshine still lingers outside the window as promised every day, and stroking my plain face through the glass from time to time will completely dispel my hesitation. Therefore, those unhappy pasts are not destined to be the destination of life. I am glad that when the sun knocks on the window again and the night quietly exits, we can still face each other across the mountains and rivers. I just hope that some fleeting old creations will not disturb this quiet dream of clear autumn, and I will put on exquisite makeup and wait for you in the flowers.
Didn't drink last night.
A fire
Several cups of green tea
An old song
Ordinary old friends
notice the time
Talking about the South and the North.
Outside the window, the moonlight is bright.
Like water.
Reflector
Charming reflection
This situation, this scene
Drunk in a trance
Tomorrow is parting.
The king of new word series
Full horn year.
I don't know Jiangdu outside the capital, and I have no intention of reading sage books. Red tile and yellow house. Gold thread and jade are worn, and innocent years are ripe. Who said anything about the royal heron?
The year of weak crown.
Good talents are personable and economical, in order to fight for the emperor's children. Imperial thoughts. I have no intention of taking a leisurely walk on Yuyuan Road. Spend the moon alone, and get lost. When was Mo Dangfu?
Thirty years old.
A yellow robe is rugged, and the ruthless son of heaven acceded to the throne. Clouds and clouds. The right to rule the world is different. Several brothers sealed the Hou Hu. The period is really long.
A year without a doubt.
There is no beauty in the three palaces and six hospitals. Everything is cheng's. Laugh at yourself, bring disgrace to oneself. See you in the west building since ancient times. Quiet rivers and mountains raise soldiers. When will the bonfire be exposed?
A year to learn about life.
Long hair is pale and smiling, only sighing for the royal family. It is difficult to cross the sea. A few people below the knee got the royal score. If people are in a trance. Regardless of children and grandchildren.
The year of flowers.
Half the flowers and dragons are lonely. How can you lose face when you are old? You'll be angry then. I am disappointed with the past situation of Iraqis. The pain of half-life has not been solved. I don't want to die.
Seventy years old.
Take off the black body of the king. Better be too busy. Day and night. Looking for Yangzhou alone In order to go to North Korea, my ambition finally relaxed. Where is the Forbidden City?
The year of the Rhodes dynasty.
Forget Feng Yun dance in Beijing. Half-hearted sex. Who knows where it is. Looking at the swaying Xiaoxiang bamboo. I used to be inferior to the emperor and the people. Flat is not enough.
A year of hard work.
How long does it take to breathe? Shake the town cluster step by step. Children recite. Where is the dim light? Idle people write ink. There is no floating list.
A happy year.
Life is nothing at best, and it will eventually be hidden in the loess grave. No one cried. If this is the road to empire. Who wants to be a Lord? King telepathy.