In February, it was freezing in the western regions, and falling snowflakes danced with the wind. The white spectrum, the cold tone, the blooming of "ice flowers", the blooming of "snow lotus", the rippling of "snow willow" and the beautiful Great Wall all present hazy and wonderful music and painting fashion everywhere at this moment, which seems to add joy, color and atmosphere to people on Valentine's Day in xx.
Early in the morning, a few calls of magpies opened the gauze curtain covered by Xia Guang, and the bright ruddy color was fascinating. A burst of cold wind blew, causing the author's nostalgic thoughts.
On Valentine's Day, the emotions that have been sealed for a long time also dance with the petals of roses. Roses are in full bloom, dazzling and open, all so intoxicating and fragrant. They are all so gentle and affectionate, savoring carefully, hitting tenderness directly, gently soothing the rendered mood and swaying the true feelings.
How can such a gentle Valentine's Day not be exciting? Romantic roses, soft-spoken parrots, gently blowing fragrance and chilly branches. There are ardent expectations for tea, colorful vows with long hair, tears of bitter drinking, and heartbroken whispers.
The same mood, the same touch, the same charm, the same beauty. At this moment, there is a feeling that "people can't see the flowers and shadows, and the garden is full of fragrance". An inexplicable expectation and look back will arise. Knowing that it was just hopeless nostalgia, I went in and out of dreams and enjoyed the beauty and posture of the world.
Different time, different place, different people, different feelings, different tastes. Love in the world is bright red and enchanting, shining with attractive light, looking for marriage in the world to enjoy.
The fruit picked from the Garden of Eden thousands of years ago was not the negligence of Adam and Eve. Butterfly lovers, together become the butterfly in the world; An unforgettable "Song of Eternal Sorrow" has written countless regrets of not being together for a long time; A well-known song "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix" did not show the charm and romance of Sima Xiangru; Nagato House is an abandoned wife with faint resentment; The story of the Duke of Windsor giving up Jiangshan has been passed down through the ages; No one can wait for love for long when you, my love, are riding a bamboo horse, trotting in circles and throwing away your childhood.
The dull and long life has forgotten the clanking promise in your hand; Previous life twists and turns, we crossed the Naihe Bridge. This life has experienced ups and downs, so don't complain about the unsatisfactory results.
Romantic holidays, men and women, leisurely coming and going, looking at the blue sky, counting the flashing street lamps, wandering in the crowd, looking at seemingly familiar faces.
Don't let the rose have nothing to do with the author, don't let the author be lonely on Valentine's Day, and don't let the author stay up all night on Valentine's Day.
Looking around, the blue sky and blue sea, sunny, charming mood, I stood by the window. People are coming and going outside, and the noise is endless. I can enjoy this peace, only you, in my heart, I miss you quietly, miss you quietly, and love you quietly; Dear you, you occupy my whole heart. You have crossed the waves in my heart and reached the softest place in my heart.
In the dark, not far away, in the misty rain, there is your bright smile, and you wave to me affectionately. The cruelest thing in the world is to wait hopefully. Time seems to drag on for a long time, and every minute is suffering. People are in love, their hearts are helpless, and they miss the past Valentine's Day. The "amazing glance, a kind of love transmission" in their eyes fascinated me. A small gift of soul mate has fascinated me. I look forward to that fascinating Valentine's Day and my graceful and restrained relationship with you.
You always ask me what I like about you, and I will not hesitate to answer: your sincerity and kindness, your intelligence and wisdom, your humor and cheerfulness, your figure and robustness. This love has nothing to do with anything else, and there is no conspiracy, not to mention what brings shame to yourself. As long as we love each other simply and sincerely, it is enough to care about each other in our hearts. When we love each other, we can't help it. We really want to watch the sunset, the sunrise and the sunset, and the falling snow with you. I really want to see beautiful snowflakes in your broad arms, see snowflakes flying all over the sky, whisper in your ear, imagine crystal snowflakes and smile in your eyes and mine. I hope, I pray, I look forward to the afterlife.
The scene is good, intoxicating, and so on. There are faint waves and ripples in my heart, and the hidden love stretches under the touch of the night wind, whispering into a love myth. At this moment, I am holding a beam of pure moonlight, writing you into a magnificent poem, making love lingering and dancing on rice paper. For you, for my love, let my dream fly in the obscure dance and write poems with infinite amorous feelings.
I feel helpless when I feel strong. I can only pray for the afterlife for what I can't do in this life, give myself a reason to regret, and give you a helpless comfort from me. This belated love can only be collected with heart, felt with heart, and finally know the true meaning of pain and happiness. A kind of happiness also determines a kind of pain. Unfortunately, God played a big joke on you and me, which made you and me meet too late and made you and me regret the pain of not being together. Past lives determine this life, and looking back on past lives for 500 times has brought me a passer-by in this life. I hope the love in this life can bring me the marriage in the next life, and I will not suffer from lovesickness in this life. The lover in your heart, remember not to miss it in the next life. I deeply know that at the moment when your eyes met mine, my heart was stolen by you. I fell in love with this life and looked forward to the afterlife. Happiness is given by you, thank you, the person you love close at hand.
Looking up, slowly looking out of the window, the moon is bright, the stars are shining, the years are quiet, and I have a flying heart, walking in your dream. Once I was careless, I was drunk in your dream, and my heart was in harmony. Two of a kind, it's you who saved my broken heart and made me feel that life is still colorful and full of fun. Since then, acacia has been lingering and tender, and this Millennium red bean was born only for you.
As if, in the distant horizon, there is a song of prime minister's thoughts. In this song of lovesickness, we arrived as scheduled, with tender feelings and bright smiling faces, giving our hearts a harbor to anchor, a tender talk, a beautiful picture scroll, a tender feeling to whisper, and a wonderful vision, all with magnificent colors in this tender night, and the night was crazy.
The most painful distance is that you can't be together, but you have nowhere to hide and you can't resist. My mind wandered without poison. Since I met you, I know how extravagant and difficult it is to know each other.
I have you in my dream and meet you in my dream. Just a reason to comfort two loving hearts. I look forward to the afterlife and can't miss it again. The distant afterlife, my dear, what I can't do in this life, pin this hope on the afterlife, and the afterlife must wait for me.
The night is cold and beautiful, and the notes are covered with tender silk; Looking up at the sky, my heart is full of warm words. Take a wisp of breeze, hold a bunch of moonlight, pick a star to twinkle, and send a warm word to you at the ends of the earth.
My former lover was so kind to me, always holding hands, always shoulder to shoulder, always very much in love, and the world between them always loved each other.
Holding your hand, long hair floats with the wind, big eyes, curved eyebrows, beautiful face, sweet smile, always stay fresh.
Go crazy with you, eat and drink with you, talk sweet words with you, make you happy, live irregularly, work carelessly, tighten your belt and pretend to be rich.
The stars are clear and bright, shining, like a lantern, hanging in the blue sky, feeling her disappointment under the faint starlight, and entering the maze, the future is hidden.
Tears used to flow from time to time, but I didn't listen to advice and persisted. At that time, the soft wind was far away, and you couldn't find traces and didn't know how to cherish it.
Maybe our mistakes have finally been made up. When we break up, we all know whether this is right or wrong, and we all know in our hearts that we can only say goodbye to my love.
Appreciated flowers fall all over the ground, trampled grass loses its vitality, just like your love for me, leaving empty sad memories; I hope that the gentle wind will revive, that the grass will turn green again, and that the lost love need not be mentioned again. Only those who really love can enjoy this peace.
Forget the sadness of the past, hold your head high, and hope that all sentient beings have a hundred times of courage, break through the secular prejudice, open the window of happiness, and taste the infinite sweetness of love with persistent trust and tenacity.
Dream that one day, pack your bags and walk out of a road of innovation and development to pursue everything that belongs to you;
Dream that one day, take your camera and leave the noisy city to enjoy the beauty and tranquility of nature;
Dream that one day, full of wisdom, with hard work and struggle, find your own love.
Deeply understand the power of love, deeply understand the charm of love, and always cherish the heart of love, and people's hearts will be baptized; Life expectancy will be extended.
Love is the soul of human beings, so it is full of love, like a gorgeous smile, which can bloom heartily on Valentine's Day and fly into lovers' dreams and hearts. Irresistible feelings, irresistible hearts, in this cold night, continue to be infatuated with love songs.
Chapter two: ups and downs in the night
If love has reincarnation, you don't have to worry about gains and losses.
If you can set your heart free, you don't have to worry about getting lost.
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The beautiful face is looming in the dark, and the soul wants to find an exit in the dark.
Walking on the edge of the world, breaking into other people's world again and again. Those beautiful stories that happen by chance are staged every day, but in the end, some people are not deeply destined to become strangers. Some people have condensed into amber with the accumulation of time, and they are delicate and charming under the sunshine.
Memories have long been mottled, and reality is chaotic. I always look at the people around me as a bystander. They decorate their roads with a few bonuses. Suddenly I feel a little scared, afraid of aging, afraid of fleeting youth, but we are all ordinary people and are not allowed to interfere with what the gods do. We can't refuse the hidden length of wrinkles, just as we can't refuse the river to look forward. If you cry to stop it, it will still ignore you and swallow your voice into its body, but it won't make a sound.
Even if youth is fleeting, we can extend it with memory, or maybe aging is not terrible. The terrible thing is that when we are old, there are no memorable youth events, just like missing the fireworks show during the Chinese New Year, which is always boring.
At this moment. Now in the classroom as bright as day, the darkness is ruthlessly isolated by the glass on the balcony. The night is terrible, it hangs over the top floor of every building like endless silk, which makes you feel heartbroken and unable to escape. If there is no light and no thoughts, will you choose to disappear with the passage of time? In the classroom, lights shine into every corner and on their white faces. I seem to see their pores open their mouths in the exposed air and spare no effort to breathe. At this moment, I strongly feel that we are still young.
I am still young, and I can still sigh, but even at this good age, I haven't met the right person. Cang Yang Jia CuO said: Every heart is born lonely and incomplete, and most of them spend their lives with this kind of incompleteness, just because they meet the other half who can make it perfect, and they either neglect to miss it or lose the qualification to own it. Are we negligent or are we unqualified? Or maybe, it's still early, and neither you nor I are old. Always believe that the story of a person's life is staged in reality.
Baby Annie said: I walked a long way for fear, but in the end there was no place and no one to let me go back. But she forgot that there is no turning back in life.
We have learned the fate of all kinds of feelings, time is the best appraiser, and what belongs to us is the cup of tea that is still warm after people leave.
The night once again enveloped the whole sky, and the story of friendship and love was ups and downs on this night.
Chapter 3: Dreams will return to their original places.
The broken balcony is still there, and there is your breath where you don't want the wind to blow.
By the way, I think it's a pity to end it now, so I will slowly disappear into the sea of people. I don't want to be bound by what I don't want, but I yearn for freedom, but where is freedom? Life goes on. You still have a lot to do. You will get used to it, and you will find your dream in your own space. What you need to learn is the past you keep having. You won't stay in that place forever. You need to go back to your glorious place. Everything needs to be summed up by yourself, so that your memory will be clearer, so that I won't forget that there are people like you in this world, and then I will become great.
Now all you need is silence and smile, and learn what you want to learn, so that you can do better, divide your dream into many parts, and then finish it slowly.
The sign of growing up is not to be spoiled, but what about those women? I feel that they are born to need our protection, but now it seems that this view is not absolute. You know, everything can't be too absolute, that would be dogmatic. We should be flexible. Things are dead, but your brain is alive. What you need to do is to do what you think should be done with your current enthusiasm. We will grow up in it, and we still know our environment. We have plenty to see the world, and you can feel that your years are getting less and less. Can't you do something? Now I know that there are still many things waiting for you to finish slowly when you grow up. I never thought I would grow up. People like me would fall in love. Our university is so close to us. Those original people thought of you. We are so far away, and there are so many unexpected things. ...
The girl I used to like has already started working, but even then, my heart still doesn't understand. Now I know the reality I have to face. You said that you don't want to be someone's second. What is that worry? I don't know and I don't want to explain it. Now, I feel a little relieved, not as simple as before. I will think that I will only communicate with those people in language in the future, and I don't know when I can find someone with spiritual communication. I think spiritual communication is to look at each other silently and know what others are saying.
I know, in this life, you will gradually learn to see the footprints behind you, and I will give myself a plan.
Chapter 4: Time is good, wait for the flowers to bloom.
After the shallow time, I seem to like that kind of indifferent peace more and more. Stay away from the noisy downtown, listen to the birds singing the love of green leaves outside the window, and watch the deep affection of white clouds for the earth. It is leisurely and comfortable, as if people are as quiet and comfortable as spring breeze.
In the lonely space, draw a messy flower branch without lines; Play a song dedicated to Alice; Or write a few lines of immature words, always appropriate feelings, spread out in the coming night, my heart.
I don't know when it started. I am used to enjoying this tranquility alone, and I don't want to touch those more or less complicated or simple secular things. I often forget that there is me in the world in the light smoke.
Slipping through the palm of time and reading line by line, although I am moved by those beautiful and sad feelings, I will never cry for them again. My soul has been awake for thousands of years, worried day and night, inexplicably happy and sad,-my soul.
Transparent moonlight pours down like water, illuminating this life and the afterlife. I once thought of the half-life fate under the sun, which touched my heart again. I feel lonely and sad. I seem to see a long-sleeved fairy dancing alone in the Guanghan Palace, wrapped in a plain heart, stepping on the moon, misty and lonely, touching my eyebrows, as if I loved it.
The long river of years draws time closer and farther, just like falling flowers and quicksand. Even though the flowers are similar year after year, it is not this flower, this sand is not that sand, and the deceased is like a husband. Who played memories for me, gorgeous and haggard memories; Who ever wrote a piece of music for me, a piece of music mixed with sadness and joy, and your deep face was soaked in the moonlight? -My thoughts.
Years are good, waiting for flowers to bloom. Looking back suddenly, we all missed the happiness of one station after another in the waiting of youth. And a moment that should last forever has come and gone unconsciously. Those lost memories, such as colorful sparks, such as lightning, such as meteors, have already quietly gone away. And those that have passed have become untouchable landscapes buried deep in my mind. Sleeping in quiet time, dreaming and dancing in Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, isn't it a different paradise?
Listening to the sound of flowers, watching the elegant leaves and guarding your heart, this life is very good.
Find a quiet place ...
I like to find a quiet place, sit there quietly and let the wind blow away my fatigue. If you are tired, you won't fly again. At this moment, let the dream get drunk gently.
I like to find a quiet place, hug the stream gently, hold a clear bottle and sing softly. After years of vicissitudes, let the fleeting time smile silently in indifference.
I like to find a quiet place, watching ducks splash in the water, watching cows chirp, quietly putting a real joy into my chest and letting my feelings flow happily in my eyes.
I like to find a quiet place, let the clouds sweep away my troubles, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and the leaves fall, like life is bitter and sweet, crying and laughing. Let's seize what we have in the fleeting time and never lose the present.
I like to find a quiet place and let my dreams fly at will, without thinking about past lives or asking about the afterlife. People, once in the afterlife, love and hate, no one can escape. Although Shanmeng is here, the brocade book is hard to believe, so that infatuation follows fate and floats quietly.
I like to find a quiet place, lean on the grass and laugh without a word. People, who come faintly, will eventually go faintly and seek dreams. Why do they support a long pole? Singing in splendor, I just want the truest self and the truest freedom in this life. ...
Chapter 5: Humility and Elegance
Autumn has come, and the leaves have fallen. In the yard, a cane chair, a me, slipped a page in the book with my fingers, alone in the sunset. Walking in the mountains in my spare time, looking up and counting the white clouds floating in the sky, listening to the birdsong floating in the stream, let the heart polluted by the world shed its glitz and calm down between the mountains and rivers.
Accidentally came into contact with Yi An's writing style.
Scholarly family, carefree, carefree girl; "Words overwhelm the south of the Yangtze River and cover the north"; A boudoir woman who writes about the country and misses home; That sad, lonely, thinking woman. -Li Qingzhao, my dream lover!
In retrospect, when she was young, she and her father lived in Bianjing. With the implication of graceful and restrained school, the prosperity of Kyoto made Li Qingzhao leave the matter of returning to the boat in the evening to future generations, and she strayed into the depths of the lotus and recited "Like a Dream".
Looking back on the past, Li Qingzhao, a fledgling woman with patriotic feelings and worrying about the rise and fall of the country, wrote a shocking peace poem, warning the rulers of the Song Dynasty that "Xia and Shang Dynasties should learn from each other, learn from each other's strengths, and make history the present."
In retrospect, she and Zhao Mingcheng didn't have much in common, but the brilliant Li Qingzhao was unconsciously impressed by Zhao Mingcheng, and it was for this reason that Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng met for the first time. Zhang Ailing once said; "I met you among thousands of people, neither earlier nor later, but I happened to meet you." Meet the right person at the right time, no matter who they are, their light is deeply imprinted in each other's hearts, even if time is decaying, it can't be erased.
Alas, Zhao Li's love should have been an enviable beginning, and finally ended perfectly, but who would have thought? Things have changed. Zhao Mingcheng's death took away the calligraphy and painting stones that they had worked so hard to collect, and also took away the best love in Li Qingzhao's life. Later, Li Qingzhao married Zhang Ruzhou. Should I laugh? She married the man who only peeped at her baby with worldly eyes. Took away everything from her, including the yearning for love.
With that broken heart, she got on the boat with deep sadness. Facing those melancholy eyes, she whispered, "Looking and pursuing are cold and lonely, sad and miserable." Experience, how can you say a sad word?
Li Qingzhao, a woman from absolute beauty. Over the past 71 years, she has left countless wonderful pens for future generations.