Love Essay 1: Meeting you is a kind of Zen.
Meeting you is a shallow Zen, and I am waiting for you in the deepest Zen in the world of mortals-Ming.
Outside the window, the gentle melody of drizzle is clear and peaceful when I listen to it occasionally. It is sprinkled in my courtyard and fattens the flower branches of that tea tree.
Come to think of it, the years have changed, and March is no longer the time for that skinny feeling. The song "Burying Flowers" in the old year left only a short rhyme, like a lamentation, which sank shallowly, sad but elegant.
Meeting you and waiting for an upcoming flowering period is a small pleasure for me, because it is a sad beauty to miss you occasionally!
Spring rain, dripping not only water droplets, but also the fragrance of Camellia in the old year; In the rain, look around, along the beautiful and vanilla path, looking for the return of a flower soul. Perhaps, the return date is far away, but the last day is far away, leaving people with more or less sentimental regrets. Yes, looking at the scattered sun and moon in the old year, the mood is always in exile, and the exile has become a kind of stubbornness. In the days after each flower falls, the voice of waiting for flowers to ring again.
If you can meditate and meditate all your life, then I am convinced that you have been waiting for an everlasting love.
Meeting you, waiting for the youth of Fanghua to become an old man in his twilight years. Morning bells and drums, small buildings and kiosks, beautiful scenery and customs, the fragrance of every word in the words written to you will become the eternal scenery in those years, let me remember.
Beautiful vanilla, orchid leaves with shallow windows, the fragrance of camellia, the sound of bluebirds, can you hear it with the gentle rain in March? My heart still likes the sound of flowers.
Meeting you, when the tea blooms, people have come.
Who is it, waiting quietly in the shallow ink text? Who is it, always a servant? Who is it that travels alone in a canoe?
That man is the heaviest drop of rain in the shallow years. In the sky of memory, the four seasons change and come and go. I wandered in the rainy season in March, and saw that the eternal sky had changed from dark gray to smoky blue, and the green shoots of life gradually grew in the wild garden, becoming a scene of Fan Jingshan's early spring scenery. A camellia tree, misty and rainy, through the warm and cold spring in March, I clearly saw two lines of glittering and translucent tears quietly falling, which are the traces of clear water falling from the silk handkerchief of the years.
Many times, I think, you are like a camellia in a deep mountain, you are like a lotus flower in a secluded pond, hidden in an unexplored flowering period, and I, when I met you, have a respect for life-I look forward to seeing you in full bloom there.
In this way, I retired to a small village in Shan Ye and lived with a simple heart. No matter how long I stay in a small village, I love ordinary things, the hearty laughter of strangers, the boredom of street life and the laziness of cats and dogs in the sun. I occasionally eat tea to raise flowers, occasionally read books and listen to the rain, indulging in the sun, moon, stars, flowers and fields, dew. On cold days,
Meeting you is a simple Zen, because thinking of you is a sad beauty!
The rain in early spring always falls somewhere in my heart, or in a heart that rises inadvertently. The sky blue color is the hardest to stop when it is warm and cold. Just like seeing the drizzle falling, it always reminds people of Huang Meiyu, a plum tree in the old year, and you in the far north.
Perhaps, everyone will be extremely lonely, everyone will have moments of deep concern, and there is one person who can only meet him. That person may be on the horizon, maybe close at hand, and that unique family relationship is extremely regrettable. Even though, only time can really accompany him through life.
The world is infinite and can be integrated with all sentient beings. You and I are just two people, just like two camellias. Originally, they should be fragrant, dust-free and intimate, but the world is as small as a wall. In the corner of the wall shadow, you are like a camellia, to be met by me. Since then, it has been implicated and related to you.
What kind of woman are you? In the coming flowering period, it will bloom like a gorgeous camellia in the corner of the paper I wrote to you. In March, I will prosper my old tea garden without any obstacles. When the first camellia blooms, I will warm you with a pot of green tea from Fan Jing and travel to every inch of the quiet world of camellia at an altitude of 1000 meters in Wulingyuan.
I miss you, in the spring tea harvest season, so affectionate; I miss you, so sad on the day when camellia is fragrant; I miss you, so shallow in the long Sanskrit singing on Fan Jingshan.
Meeting you is a simple Zen, and I am waiting for you in the deepest Zen in the world of mortals!
Time comes unexpectedly, and the world is like this. If you can keep a clear corner, only you and I can make birds in Fan Jingshan, pick flowers at night, make tea and burn incense, hold wine with sticks and quinoa, and row canoes with white horses. What do you want?
Dust on Wen/strangers
Love Prose 2: Open a sunny window and leave a wisp of flowers.
Fireworks in March, I feel that it is not the time to rejuvenate. Standing at the corner of the season, there is a soft willow wind blowing head on. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, there is spring breeze and all love everywhere. This season, my heart glides through the water in winter and the flowers in spring, quietly welcoming the warmth.
When I was dredging the window, I quietly made an appointment with the beautiful spring scenery where the west wind stopped. In the light smoke, I wrote you into my life poem with my blooming heart. Now as long as I think of your smile, there will be flowers in my heart. Fireworks life, because of your gaze at the stars and the moon, because of your breeze playing the flute, all the scenery is fixed in my eyes as beautiful and eternal.
Touching the railing of the years, I only hope that my life is the only flower you love. Going north and south, what more can a husband ask for? If you allow me to be a friend, I will allow you to play the piano and sing; If you promise to give me a spring breeze, I will promise to hang flowers on your shoulders; If you promise never to leave, I will promise you forever. Flowers bloom for years, and things are different. In this life, I would like to stretch the wide sleeves for you, leave fragrance at the bottom of the sleeves, and do my dance steps on the balcony, on the water bank and in a quiet place for one year.
The world is full of grass. Meeting you is the most beautiful accident. Looking back on the flower wall of memory, I only see your shadow shining. Looking back once, I took the past life; Stop once, even if it is close at hand; Ensemble to make the second flower bloom; A homesickness, moistened the lost years; Unfortunately, I dyed the brocade book in the clouds; One person understands, and one person is beautiful. I am looking forward to it. I hope that one day, you can read all my poems hidden in snowflakes and all my words embedded in pink.
At this time, I want to go all the way with you, go on a date in spring, and wander in the spring in idle clouds. Let's fall in love with that green boat, full of color and bright spring, and wander back to the place where the willow shadows are oblique, full of green is full of spring.
Walking in the spring breeze, listening to the breeze picking flowers. Now, I don't need to tell you how much I miss you, because I know that you have been silently understanding. I really don't need to say whether you and I want to bloom side by side, whether you and I want to fly with me, all because you have me and I have you, you know who I bloom for, I know who you are waiting for, you can do anything when you meet, and you don't need to say anything to each other.
The spring water is rippling and the fragrance is faint. My world is no longer cool, my heart is no longer sad, no matter how much snow and ice the dust shakes off, no matter how many dreams are sown in the future, you in my heart forever. Even if the rose turns pale and the lotus withers, I still believe that where our eyes meet, where we sing and dance, where we burn incense and worship Buddha, new flowers will bloom quietly and there will be reincarnation words dancing.
Open a sunny window and leave a wisp of flowers. No matter where you are, I will follow your figure and voice. No matter where I am, these three thousand strands are waiting for you to comb, and this woman's heart is waiting for you to interpret.
After meeting you, for me, every cloud is a love poem, every spray is a note, every season is a beautiful scenery, and every morning and evening is a love song. Life is full of joy. I would like to live by the water with you, hedge together, plant chrysanthemums together, dream together on the misty lake, keep my heart, cook slowly in the wind, and gossip about the past and the present together.
Take a trip to the mountains and rivers and sing a song of dust love. I put my tender feelings in full bloom, and then, wait quietly, waiting to cut candles with you, play willow with Mu Feng, and whip the world of mortals every day, but you are in love, remember that you are warm. In the future, let you and I invite each other to lie on the riverbank and recite poems in Zhu Lan dialect. Let us love each other silently and rejoice silently in the blooming flowers.
Cut spring to make clothes, and don't dye them after years. Gently put the story of you and me in the depths of Taoyuan, and let a regret quietly open in my heart. Later, you fetch water for me to water the garden, and I will collect dew to make tea for you; You caress my eyebrows every day, and I knit clothes for you every night. In the fleeting light and shadow, we are full of flower sleeves, watching the flow of spring flowers and the singing of autumn water.
The spring breeze is ten miles behind you. Here, I leave a volume of time for you, and my years will be written later. The oars in the south of the Yangtze River had a romantic and graceful meeting. Camel bells in the desert give birth to true love. Through the promenade of the season, from then on, we no longer covet carved fences and human prosperity, we just want to face the sea and bloom in spring.
We should treat the future spring scenery, willows and the world of mortals gently. Walking and singing all the way, we should outline the thoughts between the eyebrows, the colorful madness falling into the sky, the look back of smoke and shadows, and the heroic dancing of Yan Ge into a flat poem.
You are the most beautiful fate in my life. When the flowers bloom, I want to watch the flowers bloom with you. When the flowers wither, I want to collect the poetry of the flowers with you. In the swaying of blue lanterns and the blooming of crowds, let us keep the beautiful original scenery in our hearts together, burn our love to boiling, and smear the story of time into an immortal legend of quiet years.
Rolling the world of mortals, there is always a flower that surprises time, and there is always a person who will never forget it and know from the bottom of his heart that it is an intersection. Love dust, some people know that it is happiness; Some people cherish it, which is warmth. If the heart is simple, time is charming; If it's true, call all the way to Chang 'an.
Weak water is 3 thousand, just take a ladle to drink. At this time, I never forget it, year after year, as if it were the first time I saw it. I would like to grow old with you, hand in hand through the years, and love each other for a long time. From now on, I would like to wipe off the moss in the rain lane for you, wave away the melancholy of lilacs, add fragrance to your tea, bloom for you, and make our idle flowers elegant and affectionate in the full moon.
Meidu dance
Love Essay 3: Love Interpretation
Seeing your smiling face again, angelic beauty is printed in my dreams more frequently with the passage of time. Yes, I love the eternal purity in this memory, and he has been tossing in my mind.
I often fantasize about being with you in the dead of night. We will watch the sunrise together, sit by the sea, watch the sun rise slowly, let a touch of golden sunshine shine on us, and keep our figure long. Let's go to the garden for fun, walk hand in hand on the path full of flowers, and let bees and butterflies guide us to find the source of happiness; Let's go to the ends of the earth together, write down our vows of love on the soft beach, and let Haier take him to tell the world? I love you? ; Let's climb the mountain together, carve our love on the top of the mountain and let it spread forever.
Love is like sunshine. Although it is invisible, it shines on everything.
Love is like rain and dew. Although silent, it moistens the heart.
Love is like a breeze, although there is no shadow, but it is thorough.
What love needs is mutual effort, time, heart and life. Love can be deeply understood, eternal happiness and no regrets.
In this world, I think the best thing is to grow old with the people we love. When we are as big as children, our gifts to each other will become a lifetime of time and dedication and a happy home.