What does the simple language "Quiet Book Years" mean?
The main idea: Simple language and simple paper, quietly write your own story! By extension, look at everything calmly!
In the season of falling red, thousands of mountains are covered with red and every layer of forest is dyed. A clear song brings me the sorrow written in ink like a laughing guest screaming to the sky. I am haggard for love alone. I am willing to dance with the girl and see the time all over. I don’t complain about separation and sorrow, and I don’t care about the future. I just follow you all the way and keep going. And sing.
———Introduction
Spreading a square of plain paper and grinding a pool of ink can’t describe your thousands of years of calmness. I can use the breeze to convey my feelings and play the piano and sing softly. I will take a piece of it. The amorous water of the West Lake catches you, your peerless youth, covered with mist and rain, riding a small boat. I gently bring you close, and the moment I look back, I am frozen in an instant, awakening an old dream that has been sleeping for thousands of years. Flowers bloom on the other side, enduring thousands of years of suffering in the Wangchuan River, looking forward to the dreaming soul on the other side day and night. When the sincerity that has remained unchanged for thousands of years finally turns into heart-wrenching blood and tears. After looking back at the flowers on the other side, I still have to walk up the Forgotten River and drink the Meng Po soup I drank a thousand years ago. There is a legend about the other side of Wangchuan, which is unforgettable in my heart. In the end, he desperately struggled against the fateful arrangement, but in the end he couldn't escape the tragic ending. The ending is no longer important, I just want the flowers on the other side to bloom as before and live a happy life. In the late-rhyme songs of past and future lives, I can’t see my own story. A lifetime of loneliness, haggardness is true, trueness is also haggard, half a note of ink is fragrant, and a heart-to-heart encounter.
How poignant and beautiful the stories in a book are are due to the reader’s perception, just like Boy Ya playing the harp, Zi Qi fully understands its flavor. Looking at each other with the warmth of the moonlight, the joy of listening to a piece of piano strings, and the tacit understanding of understanding an old poem. I sit quietly in the undulating palm lines of the mortal world, reading the blooming joy in your warm and jade-like eyes, and your thin fingertips with clear bones, gently touching these words and sentences that ignite the sadness; passing by the clouds and the moon three thousand miles away .
The moonlight dyes my thoughts white, the years are flowing silently, the annual rings of time move slowly, leaving traces visible through the clouds, only true love will never regret it and will always be with you. Reciting a song of lovesickness, a dream that is graceful and fresh, poetry sings in the colorful youth, rhyme blooms in the colorful years, time flies, let the time pass by, watch the flowing clouds and flowing water, savor the passing years, and see all the time. The rain will always come as scheduled and moisten the soul. Flowers bloom and wither, the tide rises and falls, embellishing time and making love poignant. It's like meeting you for the first time, spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, I am drunk and laughing with you for thirty thousand times, I don't complain about my separation, and I stay with you lovingly
With plain ink and light paper, I make an appointment with you. I can only describe it lightly and simply. Forever is too far away, I just want to talk about this life. This love has fallen into the underworld, if I am here, the words are there, and meeting her is like meeting her for the first time, watching the flying flowers and rolling clouds, laughing and listening to the sea turning into mulberry fields, and enjoying the fleeting happiness with you. I wish you a happy life. If you are well, it will be a sunny day. Dear, today is August 15th, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
Those yellowed pages, the stories held in the hands, are unfolded layer by layer... I am thin and thin when the moon is full, and I am sad to be separated from others several times. There is no one playing the harp, and it is difficult to pour the wine into your throat. The red paths are not swept away, and the flowers are scattered and drunk in the west building. When the candle is extinguished, the silver light shines through, but the night wind blows suddenly. When the beauty fades away, who will be the queen of the beauty? He wrote the most beautiful palace poems, the sorrow of a lifetime between his brows, tainted with the style of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty music in the Han Dynasty, cooking wine and burning the harp, dominated Mr. Wu Liu's hobbies, and played the Xiaoyin of the three dynasties. The strings of the five dynasties are like a tune of lovesickness.
Since ancient times, people with many talents have been too shallow and have no intention of leaving others. A moment freezes forever, and memories are worth remembering. It was that encounter that made all the difference between heaven and earth. From then on, misty rain passed through the eyes, not recognizing others but only knowing each other. This is the so-called fate. If you think about it carefully, it is difficult for a person to be as powerful as a weak person, which proves everything. Some people are happy to meet each other, while others are the beginning of tragedy.
Duckweeds return to the sea for a lifetime, and they meet each other everywhere in life. We are strangers, but a look back, an encounter, a story is the fate of love. It cannot bear to add new marks, but it cannot be redeemed. When he turned around, he could vaguely hear the various flowing sounds of the years, which were overwhelming. I see clearly that glitz is like a dream, but I have to rush for it. I only need a candle in a room and a bare pen to write my character. In this complicated world, busyness is the prerequisite of life. I just want to be empty and quiet, with a blue sky and dream of a paradise. The clouds are clear and the scenery outside the window is infinitely beautiful. All I need is a meal, a glass of milk, and an inch of time to live out the rest of my life.
What you meet is joy, what you understand is understanding. Many feelings do not need to be expressed; many things will never be mentioned. A relationship goes back and forth a thousand times, with nowhere to go; some people are destined to meet by chance, and there is a scenery that is destined to be beautiful because of you. The world of mortals is rolling, the prosperity is blurred, I say life should be as carefree as the wilderness where the dusk is still coming, and in the moment of silence, there is still one last stroke of love. The plantains are empty and the rain is sad. On the rice paper with ink painting, you draw the falling red and green calyx, flowing clouds and flowing water, and write gracefully. Lead a pot of pure sorrow and wave it alone. In your stunning scroll, my Tang wind and Song rain are filled with silence.
Stepping lightly into your world, I will have a sense of joy in my heart, and I will be at peace throughout my life. Now, your view has become empty, and my thoughts have drifted with the wind, leaving only the lonely moon, a faint fragrance, and a few anonymous poems. An unexpected encounter is a fate of a bright and beautiful scene. I especially remember that I was a square-headed and dignified person at that time, and you were as light as willow smoke and as thin as morning mist.
Free and bold, in fact, getting along with you and intersecting with you is only fleeting for a few days. Although it is short-lived, it is worth cherishing for a lifetime.
You stay with each other with true love and perseverance, creating beautiful tomorrows and promises, decorating the pale youth, and filling it with the most gorgeous colors. I spread out a piece of plain paper and inkstone to create a pool of elegant ink, expressing romantic poetry for you. The tenderness of spring, the brightness of summer, the richness of autumn, and the nobility of winter are the beautiful and immortal feelings in my writing. You are drunk in my romantic feelings, and I am addicted to your persistence. A bright moon, tenderness like The silver light is spreading everywhere, and I don’t want to wake up.
If possible, I would like to recite a line of walking on the sand for you in the drizzle season, walking calmly and leisurely in the misty rain alley with the spring curtains and the breeze blowing in the sleeves. During the flowering period when lilacs are in full bloom, I will touch my red lips with a zither for you, and stroll leisurely by the neighboring waterside where willow silk and vines are dancing, and the fragrance of lotus is light. In the dusk of twilight, I am drunk for you like a dream. I pour the wine in the old flower carvings in the wind, and the cups are filled with mellow fragrance in the pavilions. The clouds and water are clear, the grass is green, my mind is bowed, the boat is ambiguous, and all my charms are spread on the ancient rendering paper.
If possible, I would like to warm up a pot of jade wine with Yi Zui in the season of cold dew and frost; if possible, I would like to find the bright red and intoxicating spring with Yi after the bright moon and plum blossoms, and catch up with the sales. On the flower pole, a branch of spring is ready to bloom. If possible, I would like to unveil the veil on the bronze mirror for you in the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly, and gently insert a peach blossom on the three thousand blue silk threads. If possible, I would like to carry ancient books and poems to chant to Yi under the moon on sleepless nights; when the flowers are in full bloom and the moon is full, I would enjoy the chrysanthemums with Yi!
After half a day of leisure, my pen became lingering. It was difficult to describe, and the ink was smeared. I used my fingertips to trace your outline over and over again, reading your expression word by word. I was looking for something like this. You, in the scroll of paintings, apply thousands of faces of makeup to you, just to make you look happy. I am dedicated to that beautiful couple like flowers, like the passing of time, who can spend the golden years, how many people are sad in the painting, I like you. With a light touch of eyebrows and no make-up, you lowered your eyes and smiled lightly. When the bamboo pen fell, you only wrote deep words and light ink, allowing the fragrance of the epiphyllum to float.
The moss marks on the small bridge, the flowers on the other side, are slowly leaving, the unparalleled koi are playing, but my awning boat has countless willows on the embankment, countless times, I don’t know, the water in the sky is so quiet. I met you after the vicissitudes of life, in the vast sea of ????people. The aging branches and leaves will eventually calm down this ordeal into fragrant and elegant buds. It turns out that I have wasted my life's waiting, just for the return of an epiphyllum. You bloomed in my life at lightning speed. I have been here for thousands of years, but it is just a shadow puppet show with an anticlimax and a tail end. Like fireworks, like butterflies, they add to my old sorrows and new thoughts.
The forty-eight-bone bamboo umbrella in full bloom at my fingertips is loved by each section. In the folk song of Ci Fu, the lingering birds on the southeastern branches murmured and sang the mediocre Banque departure song, and composed Xiaoya Caiwei in the April Ci Pai of the Lonely World. There are white dew spots on the moss, and the stone road is decorated with colorful lanterns. I am at the last pillow of the water house, carrying the ten-mile long pavilion of three lives and three lives on my back in absurd rhyme. A person, a city, a lifetime of heartache. You know, I am passionate. The wind is blowing and the rain is misting.
I feel that you are a refreshing lake in my life journey. I have wanted to forget each other several times, but we always meet again quietly in the high mountains and low rivers, which is a kind of reluctance. I kept it secret, believing it to be true, thinking that the rouge-white flowers would last forever. It is as light as a chrysanthemum, exuding a deep fragrance. When a feeling lingers in the heart, the claustrophobic atrium stirs up microwaves. The wine in the wine glass contains the trembling passion, and your expression is showing off your unique charm in the cradle of my mind.
Looking at the group photo of you and me, thinking about the face in the painting, I feel like I am in heaven, with the ink and ink painting like flowers. Even though I am a good poet, it is difficult to exaggerate the tiredness of the ink on the desk. The fragrant grass has become blurred, and when it comes time to return, it should be a human face with peach blossoms complementing each other. Standing for a long time, the words are written down just for the sake of love, standing proudly in the beauty of the world. Describing a period of time in ink and wash, he lowered his eyebrows and picked up the flowers, carrying the fresh lotus from the ancient stream and the faint agarwood. The thoughts he wrote were as beautiful as water lilies, stretched out in the delicate and flawless gentleness. Traveling through the layers of confusion in the vast mist, you reach the place where your heart and soul meet.
I always think that I am willing to change my makeup before it is too late. It's always hard to find. Who can find this flower during the Huangmei season? I always look forward to hearing the sound of the sandalwood board being knocked in chaos while traveling in Dieyi Garden. I always laugh and sigh, how can I remember the old story of cold tea? It’s always a happy time, and I’m free to pick up the weeds and appreciate the bitter summer. Another year. At the end of summer and early autumn, the grass by the stream is still green, and you can quietly listen to the mountains and rivers, thousands of scenery, one flower, one world, one tree, one bodhi tree. When the inner garden is still, it is like water that remains clear after passing through this shore and the other shore, admiring each other across the waves. In the pure time, I sing my heartfelt songs with you. We meet each other by chance, just as I wish!
Your sincerity and kindness have given me the spirituality of writing, which is a panacea more effective than time, nurturing true feelings into the most beautiful flowers that bloom in our hearts. Separated by the shade of flowers, people are far away and close to each other. I am separated from you by the best distance in the world, but I have the most wonderful encounter with you. The connection lies in the tacit understanding of meeting each other and accompanying each other quietly. Although we cannot be with each other day and night, we hold each other's caring hearts. I will accompany you to hear about the joyful water color of an epiphyllum. Watching fire from the other side of the bank with you is a fantasy story for three lifetimes.
Splash ink on the mountains and rivers with strong feelings, stain the mist and mist of life with light sorrow, scoop up a handful of delicate tenderness, and sing out the love of your heart. Brew a cup of Jiangnan spring tea, taste the quiet fragrance, listen to the sound of flowers blooming, and be intoxicated by the aromatic monologue. A wave of heartfelt love spreads out the letters I sent from thousands of miles away. A stream of water quietly reincarnates, and the ink dyes the heart of my youth for hundreds of years.
Wading alone in the world of mortals, looking at the mist and clouds of the world, if there is a fleeting glimpse, the encounter is an unexpected beauty, but we all like to be coated with a layer of happiness.
You are walking in the snow in your snowy city and smiling softly, while I quietly listen to the snow’s slight words. In the quiet corner of the heart, the drizzle lightly wraps the fragrance of dust. Through an ancient window, I see you sitting in the rain and snow as a pure woman, while I am displaying my talent and elegance in the snowy city. And, for that matter, let me look at the castle of love rising in your heart from thousands of miles away. Across the vast sea of ??people, let me hide your peerless elegance in my heart!
Wandering in the dawn of autumn in my heart, the late rhyme of love, the flowers are full, the moon is full, and the chrysanthemums are blooming. Looking at the purple road in the distance, I see the smoke willows and three thousand flying flowers. How much have you and I shaken? So smeared with traces of the past, the running water on the sandalwood board whispers about the past in the world of mortals, and the gentle drizzle on the sycamore trees evokes old dreams. I danced for you the most beautiful passage in this chapter of my life. Just to meet your aloof and arrogant demeanor. The wind blows the fallen flowers gently, leaving the shadows of the water clouds in the sky. The end of the world between the fragrance of ink is like a fingertip.
I am wandering at the ferry of the world of mortals, hoping for a turning point. Spring flowers are gorgeous in summer, autumn shadows are in winter snow. The moonlight of the old days is now a vague dream, and I have a startling glance. Suddenly, I look back and see you on the other side, smiling sideways, with your clothes fluttering. Apply light make-up, ink ink, and stain words with tears. Please let me fill the painting with poetry, and use the poem to outline the elegance of your past. The talented scholar Mo in the breeze, the beauty in the bright moon announced. Ink painting, flowing water in this world, the bright moon in the past...
In the snow-covered city, there are romantic springs with cherry blossoms whispering, summers with warm sunshine and laughter, and autumns with maple leaves tangoing around the swings, and dewdrops condensing. Into the winter of crystal clear snow. Poetry is like a small boat, carrying thoughts and feelings like clouds. Rhyme is a line of red rope, adorned with eternal tenderness that leads you and me. I borrowed a ray of breeze and brought warm words like a rainbow to my heart. Put up a bright light and light up the true feelings like water to awaken the world. What does red paper plain silk mean?
Red paper is a kind of exquisite small red paper that can be used to write poems and write letters. Also known as Huanhua Jian, Songhua Jian, Reduced Sample Jian, Xue Tao Jian, etc., it is a traditional handicraft of the Han nationality and is often used to inscribe poems or make business cards. This kind of small red paper was once used by Xue Tao (female poet, also known as Hongdu) to write poems in harmony with Yuan Zhen, Bai Juyi, Du Mu, Liu Yuxi and others. As a result, his famous works became famous in the literary world. Although Xue Tao's paper is only dark red, its color and pattern are exquisite and bright. Xue Tao's paper occupies an important position in the development history of Chinese paper making, and has been imitated in subsequent dynasties. In the Song Dynasty, rouge paper was developed, also called Xue Tao's paper, which was dyed with annatto flowers produced in Jiazhou (now Leshan County, Sichuan).
Plain silk, the name of the sacrifice. Made in the Qing Dynasty, the silk used in the two verandas of the temples dedicated to the emperors of the past dynasties and the coordination and two verandas of the ancient medical temples, Xianliang Temple, Juji Yigong Temple, Wenxiang Gong Temple, Erkexi Gong Temple, Qinxiang Gong Temple, and Xianzhong Temple They are made of plain silk and are all made of white. What is the meaning of a piece of plain heart, just for you?
It’s all for you together
I’m very happy to answer your questions, I hope you can adopt the meaning of Su Jinnianhua
Su: the color is simple, not gorgeous: true color
Brocade: the color is bright and gorgeous
Time: time: years
The true color is simple, bright and beautiful What does the time "plain ink and light notes" mean?
The unadorned and simple light ink marks and light-colored letter paper give people a casual and indifferent feeling.
"Simple Ink Notes" is also an online novel written by Xi Chen and published on 17K Novel Network.
Author: Xi Chen
Introduction to the work: Cheng Xiaodong, who was originally a technical secondary school student, became obsessed with the Internet and met Wang Sumo who was working outside. In order to be with her, He resolutely gave up his studies and secretly fell in love with her. Love without blessings and support is destined to be difficult. Two people have experienced youth and growth together, just to seek a happy marriage. When we gather, we gather, and when we disperse, we should not complain that the dream of this mortal world is short-lived. It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, don't blame the mortal world for its shallow fate. What does plain ink and light paper mean?
The unadorned and simple light ink and light-colored letter paper give a casual and indifferent feeling
The painting is thorough and the book is Take care of your pen, keep your notes plain and simple, and your ink will become fragrant. A brief look at luck, but no sadness. What does the light ink on the plain paper mean,
The light ink on the plain paper, the light on the memory, is to direct the ink to be spilled on the paper to outline the beautiful memories. It is intended to express a kind of thought and elegant literary style.
This is an expression of thoughts, often used to express inner feelings through the use of objects. The two colors of light ink and plain paper, black and white, have a strong contrast between simplicity and connotation. The memories triggered by it are a dreamy color. What does the plain years mean?
The plain years refer to the real and indifferent life years, not the twists and turns, nor the colorful ones, but the natural, plain and real life journey. What does scholarly years mean?
It is a song.
The lyricists of "The Scholarly Years" are Xu Song and Che Wanyu, the composer is Xu Song, and the song is sung by Xu Song and Sun Tao. It was a performance piece at the 2016 CCTV Lantern Festival Gala.
The song was first sung at the CCTV Lantern Festival Gala on February 22, 2016, and officially premiered on NetEase Cloud Music on February 25.
What is the meaning of light time and light time?
Sunshine゛西素色 - BonnenuIt゛ shallow time - GoodnIght゛小年华 - Sunflower゛老火火 - Captivate゛京 indifferent - undeceive゛Warm Annals -