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Turn off the lights with me and write with me for half your life. Ask me if the porridge is warm, and stay with me at dusk.
Through thousands of miles, in the clouds, in the mist, and in the clouds, every one of them is you. Pushing aside the layer of fire is the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen. The glory of my life is you.
I wish you to meet your beloved, who will give you a happy city, and may you sing and live happily ever after.
Don’t say that there are many obstacles in the green mountains, the wind is clear and the water is pure, and the white clouds passing over the mountain peaks can convey feelings.
The same is the bright moon, the same is the lights across the mountain, the stars are all over the sky, hanging like a dream, only the people are missing.
The only thing that can always attract me in this world is the beauty of the sun, moon and stars, and the beauty of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas.
One year after another, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and one parting, one happy and one sad, one couch and one body lies on the same bed, and one life is spent searching for dreams. We all get to know each other, and sometimes we get to know each other, and we play and sing for a while.
Gather up the eternal love and crush the deep lovesickness. The snow falls lightly, melting bit by bit. Looking into the distance, there is a trace of heartache. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange for your lifetime of confusion.
One thought becomes joy, and flowers bloom everywhere; one thought becomes attachment, and every inch of love is ashes.
Three thousand worries, a jade pot, a glass of green wine, a love, a life of madness that I want to entrust to someone, but now, I am heartbroken at the end of the world, looking at the other side.
The snow falls on the branches, the branches have no leaves, and the flowers are like smoke. However, the beautiful woman has gone, and I lie down drunk alone, watching the flowers in the mist.
It turns out that this life is at a loss, the mountains and rivers are empty and melancholy, and I will be waiting for you in the end.
Who cut the time into fireworks, and saw all the prosperity in one moment. A tree full of flowers, just a glance, is the end of the world.
On this journey, I drank strong alcohol, my eyes were red, my heart was ashen, and I was lonely. Until I meet you, the wind passes, the rain stops, and the fog clears.
When I open my eyes, the breeze and the bright moon are you, the flowers, plants and trees are you, and the vast sea, mountains and rivers are you too. So, I closed my eyes, and all the stars in my dream turned into you.
You are the evening breeze gradually dying down, the stars are looming, a small parting, you are the scene in the bright eyes at dawn, you are the gentle hum of time, just like the stars covering the alleys.
I fell asleep with my pillow on the stars, and my dreams were all about you; I woke up with the breeze, and saw the morning light blooming in your eyes.
May my past end with you, and Cangshan and Erhai Lake be infinite.
The night is long, the green lotus moon is full of red makeup, the peach blossom face, under the Bodhi, the white pistils are flowing into the stream.
You drink your tea and I taste my strong wine. From now on, we will go our separate ways and never meet again in our lives.
Secret love is like the wind, liking is like a tsunami, love is like the sea, but people are like isolated islands.
I walked through the narrow streets at dusk and saw a down-and-out man with his back to the despairing sunset, leaning against the window wearing only his shirt, with smoke still rising from his pipe.
During the night bus to the valley where the spring breeze blows, white pears, thick plums and late cherry blossoms bloom all over the hillside, like the undercurrent of ocean waves, like droplets sacrificing one's life, and like the years that I can't help myself.
We are a pair of people all our lives, relying on each other and accompanying each other forever. The world of mortals is in the same boat through wind and rain.
She has a tenderness that cannot be touched. The eyes are like water, and the blue hair is like a waterfall. It is a place of thorns and a vast ocean. Painting the ground is a prison, this life is for a period of time, if it is overdue, there will be no waiting.
The groundwater overcomes the pressure and spurts out of the ground, turning into a beautiful spring. When life puts pressure on you, you will return it with miracles. There are always stars coming for you, like flashing horses across the field.
I have seen the spring and the bright scenery and the vast hectares of lotus in the summer, so I am sure that you are more beautiful than them.
The moment I saw you, the world was full of romance, but I just wanted to freeze the years, lock the world away, and think about it for thousands of years.
Life, vegetation and autumn are all processes. Beauty and loveliness are understood by all.
A few red lotuses bloomed where you stepped, and a daffodil sprayed where you stood. You stood in the wind, with your skirt and hair flowing.
Seeing you for the first time is like clouds and rain hitting the mountain wind. As soon as we meet, we should embrace each other and be able to melt together.
The rouge of the pen has stained your beautiful face. The beauty is gone and you have not returned yet. How can I dare to grow old?
A cut of idle clouds, a stream of moonlight, a journey of mountains and rivers, a year of beauty; a moment of floating life, a bodhi tree and a haze.
The rain gradually subsided, and the remaining flowers and dead leaves were flying in the wind. Turning the pages of the book again, the mind traveled back to a thousand years ago.
Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
Cannot reach the prosperity, leaving a lonely figure behind, which will become a poetic scene after a thousand years.
I have seen the spring, summer wind, autumn leaves and winter snow, and I have traveled all over the southern and northern mountains, the eastern foothills and the western ridges, but these four seasons of spring and autumn, the mountains and rivers, are not as good as your smile at me.
I have a pot of exquisite wine, the mountain moon as a pillow, thin dew as a quilt, a pot of warm memories, and a cup of water with you.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.
Destiny in this world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed, so why spend your whole life with love? Don’t be sentimental, love will hurt you.
Destinies come together and come apart like water, carrying the world on their backs, just for one sentence, waiting for the next meeting.
A pot of tea and a few gossips. Under the setting sun, tender green shoots appear. After appreciating the prosperity of the world, return home with the breeze on your sleeves.
The pale face of the sunset, the young master is like jade, it is you who holds a green umbrella and promises me Chang'an for the next life
My heart is slightly moved, but my love is far away, things are not the same, and people are No, everything is wrong, and the past cannot be pursued.
Every time I miss you, a flower will bloom on the branches.
If you give me a hosta, I will tie your hair long. Wash away all the lead, and from now on, the sun will fade away.
Dark night fell on the world that day, and from then on there was no light in the eyes of the world. "I alone can see all the beauty in the world for you."
The sun shines brightly on the snow stars, and the clouds form rings in the valleys. , everything is new, it is heat and light, there is no shadow, no sadness.
May time slow down, may old friends never leave; may the people you miss say good night to you, may you not feel lonely in the days when you are alone.
When I meet you, there is a cliff, then there is the difference between night and night, there is the dim light of candles and the growth and decline of all things.
I hope you yearn for the abundance of life, will not get hurt, and will love life. I want to play games with you in the world, love so openly, and miss me even when you breathe.
The end of the world is still not far away, dreams are hard to pursue, and Nanshan’s blue eyes are filled with sadness.
I wish you a worry-free life with the phoenix crown and the bright moonlight.
Everyone is happy in the world, but I and love are at odds with each other, and the west wind brings rain to wet the spectators. You are the mountains and rivers, you are the Nanke in the dream, you are beyond the reach of the eyes, I will not let go day and night.
Thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, the beauty of the floating world, the clouds in the sleeves, the bright moon and the clear breeze where I look back.
The wind is also rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights have been exhausted for another night.
The street lights in the distance turn on and off, the Milky Way tilts, and a bunch of stars fill the sky.
Three thousand years have passed since then. I realized that if I were a wanderer, you would be the human being.
Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
Destiny comes together and separates like water, carrying the world on its back, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.
My heart is slightly moved, but my love is far away. Things are different, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued.
When I first saw you, it was a poem, and then it turned into words; when I looked back, I smiled, and my reserve was gone. When I woke up, I felt like I was in a dream. Now I have forgotten each other, and I can't escape lovesickness.
The passing clouds and falling flowers, how sad are you today? In the command room, everything is different, and human feelings are hard to break.
Others are like the stars above their heads, or the geese migrating south. You are different. You are the old man, the sound left by the autumn leaves. When the flowers are in full bloom, you pick one and wear it. chest.
After thinking about it for many years and copying it, the past, as pale as haze, was finally covered with quicksand. After a long separation, the hair withered and turned white, and then it was just around the corner of the world.
The still water flows deep, the music plays and the music plays, the clouds and sunshine of the three lives come and go, and the joys and sorrows of one day come together.
The mountains have peaks, and the sea has its other shore. It takes a long and slow journey, but eventually it turns around. The aftertaste is bitter, but eventually it returns to sweetness.
Time spent in the wrong way, love rooted in the wrong seed, white mountains and black waters promise for the rest of our lives, we make our own decisions in our hearts. A mixture of sorrow and joy, no hope of returning home, the relationship is broken, a tree is clear and snowy. Everything has never happened, and my whole life is just sleepwalking.
At the end of the bustling place, find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden hut, pave a bluestone path, and be at peace with you in the morning and evening.
The evening moon shines on the fields of flowers. I feel for no reason that you are waiting for me, so I came.
Your favorite plum wine will grow gardenias if you make a wish, and a jubilant wild horse will step out of colorful auspicious clouds when it runs over 300 icebergs.
The wind blows across the mountains and rivers, the flowers fall into mud and bloom forever, the snow melts at sunrise and falls white on the eaves, and the moon is so close to the end of the world for thousands of years.
In this world of mortals, with three thousand prosperity, I only want to sit across from you with a pot of tea and wait for a tree of peach blossoms. I'll go to Huangquan Road with you, cross the Naihe Bridge together, and pledge three lives to the stone, lingering for the rest of my life.
When flowers are blooming and no one asks, when will I meet someone who takes pity on them? When you smile, the charming look on your face will definitely make others drunk.
Give back the beautiful features to the landscape, the gentle rain in the pines to the first time we met, and the love at first sight to you.
If you send me the wind, flowers, snow, and moon, the wind must be the wind of March, and the flowers must be in full bloom in June; the snow must be the goose feather snow of December, and the moon need not be August 15th. That's alluring. Only in this way can I take a look.
Everyone is happy in the world, but I and love are at odds with each other, and the west wind brings rain to wet the spectators. You are the mountains and rivers, you are the Nanke in the dream, you are beyond the reach of the eyes, I will not let go day and night.
All I want is to hold one person’s hand and we will grow old together and never abandon each other; all I want is to win one person’s heart and never leave each other until we grow old together.
When I first saw you, it was a poem, and then it turned into words; when I looked back, I smiled, and my reserve was gone. When I woke up, I felt like I was in a dream. Now I have forgotten each other, and I can't escape lovesickness.
When an actor enters a painting, his life will be far away. In those years, cardamom would last forever.
You are the dusk that cannot wake up at night, and you are the morning that cannot wake up. Your tone of voice is like a spring flowing deep in the mountains, and your touch is like a gentle cloud in late spring. Gentle thug, only obey my words.
The white smoke emitted from the chimney, like words that no one listens to, eventually turns into white clouds. When you were young, I loved you in the red tide; when you were old, I loved you in the vast fjord.
The white smoke emitted from the chimney, like words that no one listened to, eventually turned into white clouds.
When I write three thousand words, the wind, flowers, snow and moon are all yours. When I play three thousand songs on the piano, the mountains and flowing water are also you. Later, I used these three glasses of wine to quell my lovesickness, but it turned out that my blue shirt was wet with tears all night long.
1. After tasting all kinds of flavors in the world, plainness is still the most beautiful; after seeing the prosperity of life, plainness is still the most true.
2. At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone, not asking for results, not asking for companionship, not asking for what you have had, not even asking you to love me, just asking for the most beautiful thing in me. In my youth, I met you.
3. Hiding in a certain time, missing the palm prints of a period of time; hiding in a certain place, missing a person who makes me care.
4. A person has at least one dream and a reason to be strong. If the heart has no place to rest, it will wander wherever it goes.
5. There are no things that cannot be overcome, only feelings that cannot be overcome. As long as you change your mood, the world will be completely different.
6. When you can’t make a decision, let time help you decide. If you still can't decide, wait until you decide. Would rather make mistakes than have any regrets.
7. There is no pain that cannot be healed, and there is no sinking that cannot be ended. Everything lost will come back in another way.
8. Life is always like this, and people cannot be satisfied everywhere. But we still have to live passionately. There are many things worth loving in a person's life. Don't be discouraged just because you are not satisfied with one thing.
9. What knows cold and hot is the heart; what stays and looks at each other is the eyes; what never leaves is love; what lasts a lifetime is love.
10. Every strong person grits his teeth and goes through a period of time when no one helps, no one supports, and no one cares. It's over, this is your coming-of-age ceremony, if you can't get over it, beg for mercy, this is your bottomless pit.
11. If you become more and more indifferent, you think you have grown, but in fact you have not. When you grow up, you should become gentle, gentle to the whole world.
12. People are happy when they are simple, and they grow old when they are sophisticated. Keep a young heart, be a simple person, and enjoy the sunshine and warmth. That's how life should be.
13. We always hope that someone can truly understand our feelings, but the fact is that no one except you will understand how much happiness or sadness there is in your story, because after all, it is only you. human feeling.
14. Disappointment is sometimes a kind of happiness. Disappointment occurs because of expectations. Because there is love, there will be expectations, so even if you are disappointed, it is still a kind of happiness, although this kind of happiness is a bit painful. ——Zhang Xiaoxian
15. There is no need to contact people who you have not contacted for a long time. They work hard and live their own lives, and there is no intersection. What should stay in the past, let it stay in the past. If we are destined, we will meet again. If there is no chance, it is better not to meet. That's it.
16. The best trip in life is when you find a long-lost feeling in a strange place. Travel alone, unfettered, without constraints. One day, put your bag on your back and take yourself with you, wherever you go.
17. No matter how you control the distance from others, you will still lose control, because there is always someone in this world who can make you heartbroken and sad. ——Han Han
18. Life is just like this, do it and cherish it. You will always be your own protagonist. Don't always play a supporting role in other people's dramas. ——Lin Yutang
19. I still believe that the stars can speak, the stones can bloom, and you will eventually arrive after passing through the fence in summer and the snow in winter.
Chairman Mao’s poems are majestic and heroic, depicting scenes with lofty artistic conception, sincere emotions, elegant writing, concise language, and beautiful sentences, which make people admire and leave them feeling breathless.
When Chairman Mao wrote poetry, he painted flying dragons and phoenixes in one go. Some famous lines are unforgettable, giving people a sense of beauty and enjoyment. The lyrical descriptions of scenes contain his ideals and pursuits of beauty. In 1925, in "Qin Yuan Chun Chang Sha", he wrote: "Look at the thousands of mountains covered with red, and the forests are dyed; the rivers are full of green, and hundreds of boats are vying to flow." He described the great rivers and mountains of the motherland in a poetic and picturesque way, and then with a change of pen, he issued "Sad and lonely, I ask the vast earth, who is responsible for the ups and downs?" In 1929, in "Picking Mulberries: Double Ninth Festival", "the yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant", expressing romantic revolutionary feelings in the cruel war environment. There are also "red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is practicing dancing in the air with colorful colors?", "You are still young when you walk through the green mountains, but the scenery here is unique", "heavy rain falls on the quiet swallows and white waves surge into the sky", etc., which make people think after reading. Continuous articles, endless artistic conception, beautiful and beautiful.
Chairman Mao's most famous "Qinyuan Spring·Snow" begins with the use of scenery, "The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; up and down the river, suddenly "Loss of Tao Tao.", "Silver snakes dancing in the mountains, original wax figures", "Looking at the red makeup and plain clothes, especially enchanting", etc., and "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei": Wind and rain bring spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches. Qiao doesn't fight for spring, she only reports that spring has come. When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes. This kind of beautiful sentences cannot be written by anyone casually. Just a few sentences are fascinating, and the sense of picture and three-dimensionality arises naturally.
Reading Chairman Mao’s poems gives people a sense of beauty and strength. Those beautiful sentences are so beautiful that people can’t breathe and will be remembered forever.