Appreciation of the Selected Works of Aesthetic Love Prose Part I: After all, I have a soft spot.
Rivers and rivers, tears at night, vaguely reflect the figure, criticizing people coming and going. Ripples, Yimei's face, the gentleman was disappointed. Nostalgia, its moments of beauty, where is beauty? Look at the carved jade fence and count the past events of the world of mortals. Where are the Iraqis?
Today's beauty, daughter laughs: the beauty of the past, Iraqis laugh. In "The World of Red Dust", I asked myself, why has Zhu Yan changed after decades of life? Not only men have their own lovers.
Water, tears, fish and shrimp play, heart like dust. There are clouds in my heart, and the tide is surging and the waves are surging, one after another. Where is it? The waves are still ringing, bold and beautiful.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the origin is doomed; Things are changeable and unpredictable. Love is gone, love is gone, leaving regrets, drinking water and thinking about the source. More than a drop of water, when the spring water flows backwards.
There is love in my heart, waiting for time, and the shadow of youth and loneliness as my companion. Dreams are shattered, leaving only lonely conversations; Waiting for love, only loneliness.
Love is strong, the voice of love, who knows? Wearing a lonely suit, running away from the homeless. Although it is beautiful now, the Iraqi people in the past, in the dark, can the Iraqi people listen to my heart? Wandering in love, becoming an outlaw. Look at the birds in pairs, I have the gentleness of a man, waiting to show you.
People say, cut the gordian knot, I said, why cut the gordian knot; People say that the sword can dispel feelings. I ask why the sword can dispel feelings. Love makes me want to stop. Why should I stop?
If a woman has a bitter heart, what is she? Why don't men have wives? However, like a walking corpse, he was silent. In fact, he had something to say to the Iraqis. A strong smile is a man's tears. Only in this way can he know the pain. Desperate, why did you call it back?
Love is like a flower, which takes root and sprouts; Love poppy, terminal illness. As a patient, what is the antidote? My love can be cured, and medicine can cure diseases.
Infatuated tears, remorse, lovesickness; Tears of infatuation, resentment against Iraqis, cold-blooded. People say that waiting hard is sweet, really, it is sweet. Do you know that waiting hard is waiting hard and suffering hard? Why did you choose me? Why did you finally abandon me? Why? Why are you chanting? Love used to laugh at the world of mortals and tease people. A woman's heart, a needle in the sea, is nothing more poisonous than a woman's heart.
The world has its own infatuation, and plum blossoms are fragrant in the bitter cold. Can bamboo burn its festivals? Jade can be broken, can it destroy its whiteness? I can't compare with you, so what does it matter? A man without a wife, He Zhong? Love is changeable, and anger rushes to the crown. If there is any rebellion, sacrifice blood to Iraqis.
Asking what is love in the world is life and death. It is better to burn a moth than to throw it into the fire.
Broken bridge, broken arch, broken wire. I am worried about how to continue my relationship. The heart is heartbroken, the heart and lungs are damaged and the heart is sad.
The world of mortals flutters like duckweed. Falling flowers are intentional, and running water is ruthless. The way of life is to find love, not to envy the immortal couple. Hatred, pure love, eager to see, where is my love? I love the angel of the world of mortals, and the fairy enters the world of mortals.
Affectionate and empty since ancient times, I don't know infatuation and empty since ancient times. Hate in love. Whether it's hate or love, it's a soft spot after all.
Appreciation of Aesthetic Love Prose II: I only took one more look at you.
If it weren't for this time, how could I have a whim? If it wasn't a whim, how could I have seen you in a hurry? If I didn't look at you one more time, how could I be attracted by your unintentional look back and how could I be involved in this endless relationship?
Just because I saw you more in the crowd, the line of karma is tied at both ends. Because in your hand, the fruit is in my hand, which is doomed to be involved in this life.
Maybe I was an idiot in my last life, and I can't forget my idiot in my reincarnation. Walking on your way, sitting on the railing where you often sit, imagining you by my side and watching the sunset slowly set.
Maybe there is fate between two people. Otherwise, how did you meet you among thousands of people and why do you like you among thousands of beautiful women? Buddha said: "Looking back 500 times in previous lives, I just passed by for this life." Is this review the end of 500 previous lives?
I don't know, what I don't know is to flip your dynamics day and night, Weibo. I always want to find similarities between you and me in your life and imagine your "accidental meeting". I only want to point a compliment at the bottom of every sentence you say. I refuse to say a word, just look at what you say repeatedly.
In the sky and moonlight, faint thoughts drift by. Floating through your figure, sad and lingering.
With the alternation of day and night, with the ups and downs of wind and rain, with Xia Chan and winter snow, I began a long and lonely yearning. It is said that unrequited love is bitter, especially if she doesn't know it. But I think it is a happy thing to miss you, which adds color to my life. I'm afraid I am not qualified to miss you. This is a sad thing!
You have your life and I have your life. I am your friend, and you are my friend. Sometimes "friends" are the barriers between us. Because of the word "friend", we are too cautious to say that. Because we are afraid that if, afraid that we can't even be friends. I'm afraid I'm just a passer-by in your life, because I'm afraid if. I am afraid that I am a passer-by in your life, so I think I will be brave.
To tell you what's in my heart, I don't ask you to promise, just fulfill my wish.
I met you and walked in the street at dusk, without asking your permission, just to make up for your regret.
Watching a movie and listening to a song with you, I don't ask you to promise, just to realize my dream.
Never extravagant, never forced. Fate is coming, we will meet, know each other and fall in love. Is there fate between you and me? Buddha said, "I don't understand!" " Is there no fate between you and me? Buddha said, "I don't know!" Whether there is fate between you and me is just a matter of thought. Perhaps, in retrospect, there was a bond between us.
"retribution!" With karma, we met. This is what goes around comes around. But some people are destined to wait for others, and some people are destined to be waited. Origin, meeting, leaving a place to miss. Fate is gone, parting, leaving a place to miss. No one is right or wrong, only the fate is deep or not.
We are doomed to turn back. We are destined to meet. We are destined to know each other. Just because I saw you more in the crowd, I can't give up my edge!
Appreciation of Aesthetic Love Prose (Ⅲ): I love you forever.
There was an appointment in previous lives, and we cherished each other because of fate. I want to build a warm love nest for you with my meager strength. Even if I look haggard and work hard, I will give it to you willingly. I miss you a little, as if I was doomed before my mother cried for the first time.
Every spring, I will come to you. I hold my breath and call you softly. Finally, you came with shame. I look carefully, your eyes are bright and beautiful, and your gentle and charming eyes contain a unique gentle, tall and beautiful figure, and a little power of a martial arts woman! It seems that all the beauty in this world is concentrated on you. My heart is full of joy for you. I should thank you for your love and make my life look brand-new.
The smoke of life often makes my eyes cry, but my dusty eyes are always gently polished by your kind heart. Sad and happy heart, because of you, always firm and calm. I seem to watch you give birth to a little memory, stretching silently from the lost time, quietly soothing the desolation and haggard in my heart.
Your figure came in and out in my expectation, and your smooth legs are always so vigorous, confident and calm in the rolling world of mortals. I sigh with sadness and joy. Your world will be full of colors. May your beauty be enriched by sincerity, kindness and wisdom. May your life be like wintersweet in winter and holy lotus in summer.
The world has gone through many vicissitudes. When I was walking on the boundless path like a frustrated lamb, I thought of you and found my way home with a pair of innocent eyes, no matter how difficult it was.
Night, quiet and peaceful, you took my arm and gently told me your past and looked forward to the future with confidence. At this time, my heart is full of spring-like warmth, and my chest is full of the truest feelings. Because of your love, my childlike innocence still exists. I finally understand the true meaning of gain and loss. There is no need to take the sun on a moonlit night.
It is your love and pity that cover up all the sufferings imposed on me by time. You touched God with a pure heart. From then on, I cherish the lasting relationship that belongs to our career. If, one day, I spit out all the silk and wrap it in a worthless cocoon made by myself, but if I hold you, I will be the richest person in the world.
My heavy rings were hurt by wind and rain. If this life is destined to be hard, I still believe that cruelty, barbarism, evil and cunning will never give in to a heart that pursues * *, and my concern for you will never go away: my eyes will silently read your rings, even if I leave you one day, year after year, I will entrust my eternal love to this world, and it will grow and sublimate because of you; Even though the road ahead is tortuous, my love for you is still with the world!
No matter how far away from your road, there is no regret walking on the road. Even if it is turned into mud and broken into mud in roughness, this handful of mud will bloom a little flower that misses you and will always be fragrant for you, and all four segments will bloom.
Your smile, like the bright sun, illuminates my broken fate and lonely soul. Your gentle words, like dew on the altar, moisten my tired body and mind. Hold your delicate hand gently, and I will never let you bear the scars left by worldly troubles again.
Holding you in my arms, how can I lose sleep listening to the rain all night? I would like to turn into a bright moon, sneak into your dreams, weave a beautiful dream for you, relive the world, and put an end to the wandering life and those unreasonable problems forever!
Looking at you, I would like to take pain as wine, let life fluctuate between sadness and glory, outline the scenery of life, keep meditation in my heart, and let sadness offset in happiness.
Oh, close to your innocent face, my hand seems to have penetrated the long night. With the singing of birds, I feel like touching the dawn, so I think about how to untie the rope of fate and pour my life's love for you. Let our limited life bloom with infinite brilliance. May your pure heart bloom like a lotus flower in this warm summer.
You are my life, you are my angel; As long as my life is still alive, I will not give up. I love you forever!